j.u.i. (Yogging under the influence)

i haven't gone yogging drunk in a while.  the most memorable alcohol induced cardio session was 2002 @ dolphin fitness on 14th street @ 2am.  i almost killed myself on the treadmill either from chatting too much with will, who was running beside me, about the amazonian woman bench pressing triple plates in front of us, or just clearly not able to keep composure putting one foot in front of another @ 6mph.

this time in spore, i only had 4 beers over dinner and the humidity didn't seem so bad so i put on the trainers and pumped up the ipod and hit the asphalt.  i steadily huffed and puffed my way into light headedness.  my vision which when under the influence has exponentiated astigmatism @ night, became even worse while running.  when i hit 2 miles, i might have either sobered up or the black spots in my vision started to really bother me.  i stopped, i panted, and i felt woozy.  even walking seemed like a chore.  it was as if i had just come out of surgery, the anesthesia wore off and all the pains started to kick in. "that's when i had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity"

through the rubble comes the billionaires.

vietnam is like china 10 years ago.  the money goes in, the money doesn't come out.  but with their growth and consumption, how do u get in? 

when you have a language barrier with your clients/brokers, the only thing that's really in a feasible coherent common tongue is negotiating numbers.  anything else is just a lot of nodding and smiling.  and that's how it was last night.  i talked like i always talk, i drank like i always drank, and when they couldn't understand me or i couldn't understand them, i just sat there nodding and smiling.  it took china double digit years to rise out of the language barrier, and so it will probably take vietnam half that, if not less since they use ABC's already.  i'll suck it up.  nod and smile -  nod and smile. (i had good training from nodding and smiling to korean hai mo nie's...."ahnyunghasaeyo..ahhh....nei eung nei nei...eung")

this kind of polite smiling audience is the best audience to test out your creative juices to wreak havoc.  see how your imagination can twist things around, just the sake of doing so.  u're not gonna get a rise out of people cuz they don't understand, and u're not gonna tickle any toes cuz, they just dont' understand. so if u're bored. u make shit up. and u joke about it later. 

it's been a while since i had chilli crab.  so i drove my head straight down into the claws, sauce and dipping buns and barely paid attention to the conversation kenn was striking up.  somewhere i hear..."my wife had a pet lion",  "my wife had a pet bear."  he might have gone on a good 3 and a half minutes before i realized..."WTF? PET BEAR?".  it was ridiculous.  he was telling stories about pet bears and the entire table sat there and continued to smile and nod, smile and nod.  i didn't let that one pass so easily when it registered.  and here i am blogging about it.

psssh....pet bear......