Ok first of to clear up a few things from last post, I am not really that interested in correct grammar or even correct spelling. As I have mentioned before I am typing this in Finn's room on his computer, and even though everyone else here has really nice furnished apartments- including Xbox360, leather couches, and even pets- I however have the benefit of the Arctic air conditioning. The AC in Finn's room is substandard at best so as I am typing this I am sweating away whatever weight I didn't lose in the climb to my apartment today, so I go quick and dirty. Second I didn't actually see the crickets kill the women I love, she is still very alive, however it was a convenient fiction that allowed me to conjure up the rage I needed to go from mild mannered into killing machine.
So onto todays story....
Well on Wednesday night, Chinese Valentine's day, the Breeland's ( Finn, Luke and Katherine) took me to happy guys to meet a few other American teachers in the city, that are teaching at other university's. So we went across town and ate at a place they refer to as happy guys because the owner and cook are both ridiculously happy. Happy Guy's is a dish restaurant, you order a couple items that are served to the whole table on a platter with a big bowl of rice for everyone. While the food was excellant my stomach did not think so. I was feeling a bit out of sorts but I had taken some preventative medicine before dinner so I thought I would be ok.WRONG. So we decided to take the 20 minute bus ride to the town square, where there would be celebrations for Valentine's Day and also we would visit the hotest restaurant in town, McDonalds! Which as an aside I believe McDonalds is the cause of the war in Iraq, not oil or terrorism or anything else. McDonalds is in the proces of ruling the world one continent at a time. So they called up W and said and I quote ( because I have sources on the inside I can't reveal) " W we have the New World, We have the Old World, we have the Far East, and the Near East. Next on our list is the Middle East and we want to start with a bang, so lets invade Iraq. We can use terrorism cause it worked so well for us in Afghanistan." All I'm saying is Sub-Sahara Africa lookout, we will be invading in like 7-10 years. So back to the story, McDonalds is packed, we order ice cream sundaes and have a seat. In the middle of my sundae I realized something was not right. So I decided to investigate the Men's room. However aftering stories from Judi I was not hopeful of what I would find, and that hope was well founded. The stalls consist of a y\urinal that has been placed inside of a platorm on the ground, so they sit flush with the floor. Well I will spare you the details but after a few moments of indecision I realized I couldnt wait and enjoy what will probably be the most awkward 5 minutes of my life. Then on a harrowing 20 minute bus ride home, after a 10 minute wait in which we couldnt find a taxi, I spent the whole ride praying I would not mess myself Sammi Cassel style, and was successful in holding. Needless to say I spen the rest of Wednesday night near my toliet just talking and getting to know it better as a person and not just na object. I would like to point out understanding everybody was about this, except a notable person who shall remain nameless that laughed hysterically at me for like 10 minutes on the phone when I told them I had been sick. The Breeland's were so understanding that they took me to dinner again on Thursday, but this time it was only across the street.
