Ok, a little shot of testosterone for the blog (other than Morgan’s manly picture). First off, I’m having trouble getting into my primary email account so if any of my (so called) friends are reading this (and I highly doubt it) please send a message to my yahoo account (firstname.lastname@example.org) so that I’ll have your addresses and can keep in touch- please no spam.
Anyway, jen mentioned the ride from the airport to the hotel yesterday but she really didn’t do it justice (and i’m not sure words really can). there is nothing that i’ve experienced on this planet that could prepare me for the traffic in this city. it’s both hilarious and terrifying at the same moment. at one point we were stopped at a red light and i looked to my right to see roughly 20 motorbikes (no exageration) lined up 6 across at the crosswalk. it seriously looked like they were getting ready to start a motorcross race- including several women in skirts and high heels. our driver, Ninh, had his hand glued to the horn, but unlike when i drive, never once opened his mouth to curse. apparently he’s the silent type.
so, much to my relief, our tv gets a feed from ESPN and despite a big time tape delay i’ll be able to catch some of the NBA playoff games (something that i’ve been really depressed about missing). i’ve already staked out a spot in the bar downstairs for Morgan and i to occupy while eating our australian meat pies and downing our Carling draughts (just kidding mom, i’m sure he’ll be a Jim Beam man just like his dad). also, jen just discovered that the city has a (shout out to Peter and Melissa) Hash House Harriers club that meets at Finnegan’s Pub every saturday so i’m sure the little guy and i will be lacing up for that next week.
the only thing on this trip that really worries me (besides the traffic thing) is the cuisine. those who know me know that i’m not much of an adventurous eater. i like to think of myself as a somewhat worldly kind of person but when it comes to food i’m no Anthony Bourdain. my strong dislike of fish, eggs, and internal organs is somewhat problematic in this culture. at the same time there’s no way i can spend three weeks in this city without venturing out of our hotel’s american style restaurant. we’ll just have to play it by ear.
that’s it for now. Go Mets. Yankees suck (shout out to Doug).