So Saturday night was awesome. REPHRASE: 85% of Saturday night was awesome. The awesomeness began to wear off right around the time I realised I was going to epically vomit from too many margaritas. Damn it.
And boy, did I vomit. Even writing this now makes me feel sick. The highlight? A Rocket ride home (see picture below), which ended with my falling onto the street and booting up a storm. A storm, I tells ya.
Lesson: overindulgence, a trait I’ve noticed creeping up on me in China, ends here.