Enjoy All You Can

I drunk dialed Yung-Yi last night. She didn't answer, so I left a voicemail. All this after a fabulous evening hosting a table for Chifan for Charity at the Taiwanese restaurant here in Beijing called Bellagio. Yes - I know. Moving on. The after-party for the city-wide event was at the Japanese restaurant, Hatsune for all the hosts and participating guests, volunteers, and sponsors. There we enjoyed one too many tumblers of Town Branch bourbon by Kentucky Ale, myself very much included.

So this voicemail... I don't remember much of it, but to be on the receiving end would be a bit weird I'm sure for the average listener, but for Yung-Yi, I can guess she's used to it. For starters leaving voicemails is rare because in China nobody does it and there isn't' a voicemail system with mobile plans. Everyone just tries again or sends a text message. So the habit has pretty much atrophied. When the beep beeped or tone toned, I kinda just sputtered out a bunch of sickly sweet endearing notions on how much I missed her and hanging out and talking to her, you know all the gushy stuff that comes out while blissfully inebriated. But I was also miffed that she didn't pick up.

I think I was on the verge of challenging her two-year-old in a battle over her affections, well at least attention, but I dialed that back knowing full well that wasn't going to happen and if it did he would kick my ass. It was a good night. And seriously, it was some smooth, strong bourbon! Thanks, Yung-Yi, I got your postcard!

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