A few big days and nights.
Since last we spoke, I have had a series of seriously large evenings.
This all began last Thursday. The whole company packed up the caravan (please note: no actual caravan) and headed to Duolemeidi Ski Resort, roughly 3.5 hours north-north-west of Beijing. An early start, a hilarious busride and a soft layer of freshly fallen snow: what more could a man ask for? MUCH MORE, mainly because I don’t ski.
An afternoon of business-y stuff followed, the highlight of which was an American co-worker called Casey (who had never met me, and who works in our Singapore office) telling me my presentation was really good, and that ‘Verbally, you polish up all right when you need to.’ DAMN RIGHT I DO (please note: casual dress code).
I think I lost my gloves somewhere in this area. Let’s all spread out.
We all got boozed that night, and I spent Friday encouraging people to embrace the Apres Ski lifestyle, which translated to me finding coworkers to drink beers with. I had a nap during the day, and generally enjoyed a light buzz.
Upon my return to Beijing, I headed out with Pete, my friend who was staying with me, and who I had abandoned. Over the next two days and nights, we drank a lot, laughed a lot, listened to terrible music from our past a lot, referenced The Simpsons and Futurama a lot, and basically enjoyed each other’s company (a lot). We also pondered the question ‘What is Art?’ - I can report zero findings.
Please Note: Beijing in winter looks surprisingly like Rome in summer 2006.
He headed back to Shanghai on his way home this morning, and I’m looking forward to a quiet night.