So I have a huge damn post that I could write about her. But I have posted a ton of long ones recently so I will keep this as short as I can. For better or worse we met in a nightclub. Better since I would not have met her otherwise but worse since that carries a connotation with it. I nearly blew the chance since I thought she would not want to talk to me. Turns out she surprised me since she did want to talk and she wanted to talk in fluent English.
Well after I met her we emailed and texted back and forth for a week. Then we went out for dinner, went to a bar, went to a club the next weekend (I skipped an Oasis show to go—so that should show you how special she is), and more dinner before I went on my trip. Each night during the trip we would text each other good night or talk on MSN. But the night I came back she started texting me questions about my past doings at the bars. To make a long story short, a “friend” was also trying to go for her and was feeding her bull about me picking up chicks left and right.
After a few days that was worked out. But then there was another mini-crisis and she told me she wasn’t sure it was good to see me (because of an issue with an ex). I thought she was gone. That sucked, I respected the courage that took to tell me that and I told her that when I talked to her the next day and that decision started to crumble. We talked like adults about how we felt and we decided to give things a shot and be together.
So far things have been going pretty well. Still I cannot get over the fact that there were three times I nearly lost her—which scares me since she is a cool one and it would be a bummer to have lost this chance.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Defying My Expectations
Today I woke up and I was tried as hell and didn’t feel too hot. Lately I have also felt like a bit of a shut-in since my friends have been pretty busy recently so I only went out for coffee one night this week.
When I got to work my general manager wasn’t happy, I have a bunch of work, and my coworker was trying to push some buttons again. On top of all of that there has been a girl I had a thing for recently and to make a long story short there were some downs this morning with her. Oh yeah, my good friend Claire wasn’t sure that we could hang out this weekend.
So I thought today would suck. Instead, I have actually been feeling really good and really happy—and I’m not sure why. Not that I am complaining about any of this.
GO BLAZERS!
When I got to work my general manager wasn’t happy, I have a bunch of work, and my coworker was trying to push some buttons again. On top of all of that there has been a girl I had a thing for recently and to make a long story short there were some downs this morning with her. Oh yeah, my good friend Claire wasn’t sure that we could hang out this weekend.
So I thought today would suck. Instead, I have actually been feeling really good and really happy—and I’m not sure why. Not that I am complaining about any of this.
GO BLAZERS!
Alphabet in Chinese
This constantly kills me. I have to book hotels for our customers and guests when they come here. That means I have to spell English names to a bunch of non-English speaking desk clerks. Thank God they can all understand the English alphabet—just not when I say it.
You see their pronunciation of the letters is different than ours. So when I say “n” they think I am saying “m” because they pronounce “n” as “unn.” L is not pronounced as l; instead it is pronounced as “llo” (like the ending of hello or “l-o”). X is not x it is “eck-kuh-suh.”
So when I book hotels it usually takes two times telling the clerk over the phone and one time to fax back the corrections on the badly mangled spelling they fax to me.
You see their pronunciation of the letters is different than ours. So when I say “n” they think I am saying “m” because they pronounce “n” as “unn.” L is not pronounced as l; instead it is pronounced as “llo” (like the ending of hello or “l-o”). X is not x it is “eck-kuh-suh.”
So when I book hotels it usually takes two times telling the clerk over the phone and one time to fax back the corrections on the badly mangled spelling they fax to me.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Pictures From the Laos Party
Read a few posts below for the description of the Laotian New Year Party (Pi Mai Lao). These are a few of the pictures that I ran across on Facebook (where elese?) that someone else took.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
RIP CITY REVIVAL
I cannot tell you how jacked I am about the Blazers rolling once more. We were a proud team that was taken down by Ruben Patterson, Sheed, and poor GM’s.
Now we are the young but poised team that is rocking things.
One of my first memories of Portland was when I started kindergarten I was in my friend Joe’s big van with his sister, dog, and mom. We were outside of Safeway and all of a sudden Z100 started playing “Bust a Bucket” which was a song made by the Blazers (Kevin Duckworth for one) to get people pumped for the finals against Jordan and the Bulls (we lost). Everyone in the car, dog included, was pumped up! That was RIP CITY magic right there. And now that magic is back.
RIP CITY IS BACK BABY!
GO BLAZERS!
Now we are the young but poised team that is rocking things.
One of my first memories of Portland was when I started kindergarten I was in my friend Joe’s big van with his sister, dog, and mom. We were outside of Safeway and all of a sudden Z100 started playing “Bust a Bucket” which was a song made by the Blazers (Kevin Duckworth for one) to get people pumped for the finals against Jordan and the Bulls (we lost). Everyone in the car, dog included, was pumped up! That was RIP CITY magic right there. And now that magic is back.
RIP CITY IS BACK BABY!
GO BLAZERS!
All the pictures are from Oregonlive.com, check out their great galleries.
Bangkok Dangerous
So I thought it was funny in the Bangkok airport. There were some police dogs and their handlers and they were all sound asleep.
In Bangkok, especially the airport you notice a lot of sex-tourists. For me, I think it is kind of creepy.
They are easy to spot since their girls come with them to see them off. They are white men (usually but not always) older with a younger girl who is from the countryside. In the city and the airport, I saw a lot of foreigners who looked like they basically had adopted the family of their Thai girlfriend.
I recall one dude in particular who was eating near me in a restaurant. He looked to be a mid 40’s to early 50’s American or Canadian. He was with a girl that was much so younger (could have been a daughter) I at first could not pick out just who he was there with. But he was also there with the girl’s whole family—mom, dad, brothers, etc and it was obvious he spoke no Thai and they spoke no English (the dad didn’t look too happy). Very strange situation.
In Bangkok, especially the airport you notice a lot of sex-tourists. For me, I think it is kind of creepy.
They are easy to spot since their girls come with them to see them off. They are white men (usually but not always) older with a younger girl who is from the countryside. In the city and the airport, I saw a lot of foreigners who looked like they basically had adopted the family of their Thai girlfriend.
I recall one dude in particular who was eating near me in a restaurant. He looked to be a mid 40’s to early 50’s American or Canadian. He was with a girl that was much so younger (could have been a daughter) I at first could not pick out just who he was there with. But he was also there with the girl’s whole family—mom, dad, brothers, etc and it was obvious he spoke no Thai and they spoke no English (the dad didn’t look too happy). Very strange situation.
Changing Gears
When I am in China it usually hits me but it did this time in Bangkok. All these places are growing fast. For them, the goal is the American style of life with a lot of stuff, a car, and their own place. That desire fuels their drive to get out of poverty.
However, I am not sure that s all a good thing. The standard of living in Bangkok is very high and often approaches that in the US. Just think about all of the cars, pollution, energy to run AC, etc. all of that uses and the resources that are consumed.
I think we need to change that model of growth away from consumption to conversation. If we don’t we are all screwed in a serious way since there are not even close to enough recourses to support that life.
On a related note this was the jazz bar I went to in Bangkok: http://www.saxophonepub.com/
However, I am not sure that s all a good thing. The standard of living in Bangkok is very high and often approaches that in the US. Just think about all of the cars, pollution, energy to run AC, etc. all of that uses and the resources that are consumed.
I think we need to change that model of growth away from consumption to conversation. If we don’t we are all screwed in a serious way since there are not even close to enough recourses to support that life.
On a related note this was the jazz bar I went to in Bangkok: http://www.saxophonepub.com/
Long Trip Post Part II, Laos
Again, sorry there are no pictures here.
Laos is one of my new favorite places. The people are really nice, it is quiet (quite a change compared to the non-stop bustle of Bangkok), and it just has a calm/laid-back feel to it. The downside is that the place is buzzing with more mosquitoes than I have ever encountered, which in a country that has dengue fever and malaria is not good news.
At the Bangkok airport there are so many people from all over the world: Indians, Arabs, Chinese, Japanese, English, etc. and there are even more planes. So when we boarded our flight I was a little surprised to see it was a propeller plane like the kind I always took from Chicago to ND. The one nice thing about Asian airlines is that they always serve you a meal. Lao Airlines is no exception. Now I have a fun trait that I can adapt to any country’s food, eat it and be happy. But the thing that I was given on Lao Airlines sort of resembled a bun with a meat paddy. The problem is that I had no idea what the meat was and it looked beyond disgusting so for one of the first times in my travels I turned down some food.
At the Laos airport I applied for my visitors visa. My passport looks pretty cool now. Tons of entry stamps, two Laotian visas, a Cambodian visa, a Taiwan visa, and about 5 used Chinese visas. Not too bad.
Once I got in I took a cab to my hotel. It was a car that had left its better days far behind. I couldn’t help but think of the difference with Bangkok. In Vientiane I was driving along a hot, dusty, and poorly lit road past places that were mostly closed at 9:45PM. In Bangkok at that same time the traffic is bumper to bumper, there are people all over, and the night hasn’t even started.
The next morning I went to the bid submission meeting with 13 other companies who were proposing bids to do business. I was the only white person. I think I was the youngest. And I was the only person in a tie (I always wear one when I am on business). It was pretty pressure filled since they open the bid envelope to make sure you have all the documents in front of the whole room and as they check the documents off they are marked on a computer that is projected for all to see. Well my coworkers did the majority of the work so I was not sure if they had everything. So I was a little nervous as they began to mark us down but we had everything in order and that was that.
The Lao company then invited all of us to their Laotian New Year party—this is their big holiday and they have all of next week off. Their only instructions were to wear clothes you can get wet in or bring things you don’t want to get wet.
Let me tell you this was an absolutely INSANE party. I some parties in college but they don’t even come close to this party.
We were immediately handed cups filled with Beerlao—the national beer of Laos—and we continually handed cups as long as we were there. There was tons of Laotian food on the tables (bbq pork from a spit, rice, roast bananas, roast fish, etc.). The whole company of maybe 500 people were there and all were eating, drinking, and dancing to the DJ with abandon. That alone is not odd. The change was that as a tradition in the New Year they literally dump and spray you with water over and over until you are completely soaking wet (they literally have buckets you can fill up to dump on people and all are encouraged to spray people with the hoses provided). A small note: this water was likely pretty dirty considering it was from the taps and tap water in Laos is called “water without fishes.” Needless to say I will be taking my anti-parasite pills pretty religiously for the next few weeks.
It took about 2 minutes before I had my first taste, eventually the CEO of the company even dumped water on me. Add to that people then start smearing a white paste on you as a tradition and “suggesting” you drink by telling you cheers in Lao (“dham” which is something that cannot be turned down without insult in the Lao culture). So here I was, the only white person there with 500 Laotians and Thais. All of us soaking wet, drinking heavily, cheering, drinking, dancing, jumping, eating, drinking, and pouring water on anyone within reach. Believe me this description cannot even come close to doing this party justice.
As the only white person I got a lot of people coming up to talk to me. The one thing I take for granted here in Taiwan is since I speak Chinese I can talk to anyone. But in Laos I can’t speak their language so I was a little disappointed not to be able to talk with more people. That meant a lot of conversations went like this: “Do you speak Lao?” “No” “Ok, cheers.” One person I could easily talk to was a Chinese guy who was more than a little surprised when I carried on a conversation with him in Chinese. The one funny question I kept getting asked was, “Do you like Lao women.” I tried to answer honestly and diplomatically. I said that I like all women but I think the traditional long silk skirts worn by Lao women are pretty cool.
Now don’t about worry about my drinking there, a few minutes after arriving when I realized the volume of beer one could consume at such a party I slowed my drinking down as much as possible and I was actually pretty good for the rest of the day.
As the day wore down I was one of only a few people left. My new friends invited me to go to a karaoke place with them. I took them up on the offer. On my way to change from my wet clothes at the hotel I was stopped on the street and offered a drink of Beerlao by some guys having their own party.
The karaoke place was pretty cool. It was large open air restaurant that also had karaoke (funny thing there was that the urinals were filled with moth balls). At first, we were some of the only people there. All the songs were Lao or Thai so I was not really able to participate. But they had some great food and (of course) more Beerlao.
Then the people I was with drove me to my hotel 10:30PM and I packed my things since I had to get up about 5:30AM to fly to Bangkok.
So just think in one day that means I woke up in Vientiane, Laos then ate lunch in Bangkok, emailed from the Hong Kong airport, and will go to sleep in Taiwan. Not too shabby for one day
Laos is one of my new favorite places. The people are really nice, it is quiet (quite a change compared to the non-stop bustle of Bangkok), and it just has a calm/laid-back feel to it. The downside is that the place is buzzing with more mosquitoes than I have ever encountered, which in a country that has dengue fever and malaria is not good news.
At the Bangkok airport there are so many people from all over the world: Indians, Arabs, Chinese, Japanese, English, etc. and there are even more planes. So when we boarded our flight I was a little surprised to see it was a propeller plane like the kind I always took from Chicago to ND. The one nice thing about Asian airlines is that they always serve you a meal. Lao Airlines is no exception. Now I have a fun trait that I can adapt to any country’s food, eat it and be happy. But the thing that I was given on Lao Airlines sort of resembled a bun with a meat paddy. The problem is that I had no idea what the meat was and it looked beyond disgusting so for one of the first times in my travels I turned down some food.
At the Laos airport I applied for my visitors visa. My passport looks pretty cool now. Tons of entry stamps, two Laotian visas, a Cambodian visa, a Taiwan visa, and about 5 used Chinese visas. Not too bad.
Once I got in I took a cab to my hotel. It was a car that had left its better days far behind. I couldn’t help but think of the difference with Bangkok. In Vientiane I was driving along a hot, dusty, and poorly lit road past places that were mostly closed at 9:45PM. In Bangkok at that same time the traffic is bumper to bumper, there are people all over, and the night hasn’t even started.
The next morning I went to the bid submission meeting with 13 other companies who were proposing bids to do business. I was the only white person. I think I was the youngest. And I was the only person in a tie (I always wear one when I am on business). It was pretty pressure filled since they open the bid envelope to make sure you have all the documents in front of the whole room and as they check the documents off they are marked on a computer that is projected for all to see. Well my coworkers did the majority of the work so I was not sure if they had everything. So I was a little nervous as they began to mark us down but we had everything in order and that was that.
The Lao company then invited all of us to their Laotian New Year party—this is their big holiday and they have all of next week off. Their only instructions were to wear clothes you can get wet in or bring things you don’t want to get wet.
Let me tell you this was an absolutely INSANE party. I some parties in college but they don’t even come close to this party.
We were immediately handed cups filled with Beerlao—the national beer of Laos—and we continually handed cups as long as we were there. There was tons of Laotian food on the tables (bbq pork from a spit, rice, roast bananas, roast fish, etc.). The whole company of maybe 500 people were there and all were eating, drinking, and dancing to the DJ with abandon. That alone is not odd. The change was that as a tradition in the New Year they literally dump and spray you with water over and over until you are completely soaking wet (they literally have buckets you can fill up to dump on people and all are encouraged to spray people with the hoses provided). A small note: this water was likely pretty dirty considering it was from the taps and tap water in Laos is called “water without fishes.” Needless to say I will be taking my anti-parasite pills pretty religiously for the next few weeks.
It took about 2 minutes before I had my first taste, eventually the CEO of the company even dumped water on me. Add to that people then start smearing a white paste on you as a tradition and “suggesting” you drink by telling you cheers in Lao (“dham” which is something that cannot be turned down without insult in the Lao culture). So here I was, the only white person there with 500 Laotians and Thais. All of us soaking wet, drinking heavily, cheering, drinking, dancing, jumping, eating, drinking, and pouring water on anyone within reach. Believe me this description cannot even come close to doing this party justice.
As the only white person I got a lot of people coming up to talk to me. The one thing I take for granted here in Taiwan is since I speak Chinese I can talk to anyone. But in Laos I can’t speak their language so I was a little disappointed not to be able to talk with more people. That meant a lot of conversations went like this: “Do you speak Lao?” “No” “Ok, cheers.” One person I could easily talk to was a Chinese guy who was more than a little surprised when I carried on a conversation with him in Chinese. The one funny question I kept getting asked was, “Do you like Lao women.” I tried to answer honestly and diplomatically. I said that I like all women but I think the traditional long silk skirts worn by Lao women are pretty cool.
Now don’t about worry about my drinking there, a few minutes after arriving when I realized the volume of beer one could consume at such a party I slowed my drinking down as much as possible and I was actually pretty good for the rest of the day.
As the day wore down I was one of only a few people left. My new friends invited me to go to a karaoke place with them. I took them up on the offer. On my way to change from my wet clothes at the hotel I was stopped on the street and offered a drink of Beerlao by some guys having their own party.
The karaoke place was pretty cool. It was large open air restaurant that also had karaoke (funny thing there was that the urinals were filled with moth balls). At first, we were some of the only people there. All the songs were Lao or Thai so I was not really able to participate. But they had some great food and (of course) more Beerlao.
Then the people I was with drove me to my hotel 10:30PM and I packed my things since I had to get up about 5:30AM to fly to Bangkok.
So just think in one day that means I woke up in Vientiane, Laos then ate lunch in Bangkok, emailed from the Hong Kong airport, and will go to sleep in Taiwan. Not too shabby for one day
Long Trip Post Part I, Cambodia and Thailand
Sorry no pictures since I had no batteries for my camera.
I have heard good and bad about Cambodia but a lot was pretty bad. That said I was most nervous about the traffic there. I got in on Sunday and I couldn’t find the taxi driver, Sothea, I was supposed to meet. Eventually I found a phone and for $1 (they only use US Dollars in Cambodia) called him and went to my hotel. As a note he had misspelled my name (I’m used to this my now since hardly anyone ever gets it right) as Mr. Cling.
I checked into a pretty run down place and went in search of some dinner. I think in part since it was dark the place didn’t seem too friendly. I eventually found a café with free wifi so I went there and emailed. While I was doing that I was also watching the little sale/party going on across the street with a Cambodian dj/rapper.
The next day I went to a new and much nicer hotel then spent the rest of the day in meetings with a telecom company and our business partner. The one little break we had was for a Cambodian lunch, which was quite good. After that we took the company managers, who were Thais, to dinner. We had some very nice wine, which is actually quite cheap there in Cambodia since there are no import duties on it.
On Tuesday I went back to the first telecom as well as two others to meet about our products. Then I headed for the airport. I was in dress slacks, nice shoes, with a shirt and tie so I found the only bathroom I could and started to change. It was damn hot! Even getting into shorts and a t-shirt I had sweat dripping off of me in a few minutes.
I was able to catch my flight and I got into Bangkok with no problem. But as soon as I got in is when the problems started. I had a dinner meeting at 8PM but I had to go to my hotel first. Well I happened to be raining and Bangkok traffic is always a mess. So at about 7:20 I told my driver to just pull over and let me take the subway. The guards were a little surprised to see me walk through the metal detectors with my two bags and a packaged golf club.
Thankfully I had been in contact with my customer and they pushed the meeting to 8:30. However, after that my phone died. So I didn’t hear that they changed the meeting place. When I went to meet them I couldn’t find them at the Ari BTS station and I couldn’t find an English pay phone that worked. Eventually I got the phone to work and frantically went to the new BTS station only 45 min late but just before the restaurant closed. My customer was worried that I was in a car wreck during this whole time but it was all ok since I paid—as is normal—so the customer really didn’t care (and Thais are pretty easy going anyway).
On Wednesday I meet with our customer to give an under the table gift in the morning then I went to a long meeting. The meeting was long but not much of importance really happened since there were no major issues to discuss. So after a long chat we all went out for lunch at a Japanese place (so in a few days I had Cambodian food, American, Thai, and Japanese food). I then went back again for a private meeting to talk about some of our upcoming orders.
One of the marketing team members that I work with was really concerned about me since she knows I like politics and there was a big protest going on in the city. She kept saying not to go but then when I talked to her manager (who supports the protestors) the manager offered to take me. I would have gone but I really didn’t have enough time.
That night I met my business partner/agent for dinner. After dinner we went to a famous night market that I had never been to. I bought some t-shirts and a tie. On all counts I was pretty happy since I bargained pretty well and even better than the local agent thought I could do. For example, the nice tie—with a clip and cuff links—cost me about $6.
After that we went to a jazz bar, yes a Bangkok jazz bar. The band was really good (singer, drums, bass guitar, 3 saxophones, 2 trumpets, and one trombone). They played a lot of Frank Sinatra—so I liked it. But I was very very impressed. They were very good and if you did not know you were in Bangkok you might as well have been in the US.
The next day I had the hotel do some dry cleaning since I didn’t have any meetings scheduled. Instead, I had a coworker who wanted me to buy her some things in Bangkok so I spent the morning trying to find stuff for her. Then in the afternoon I went back to the agent’s office to pick up some documents I had Fed Ex’d there to use for my meeting in Laos.
I went back to my hotel got my bags and went to the airport to head to Vientiane, Laos.
I have heard good and bad about Cambodia but a lot was pretty bad. That said I was most nervous about the traffic there. I got in on Sunday and I couldn’t find the taxi driver, Sothea, I was supposed to meet. Eventually I found a phone and for $1 (they only use US Dollars in Cambodia) called him and went to my hotel. As a note he had misspelled my name (I’m used to this my now since hardly anyone ever gets it right) as Mr. Cling.
I checked into a pretty run down place and went in search of some dinner. I think in part since it was dark the place didn’t seem too friendly. I eventually found a café with free wifi so I went there and emailed. While I was doing that I was also watching the little sale/party going on across the street with a Cambodian dj/rapper.
The next day I went to a new and much nicer hotel then spent the rest of the day in meetings with a telecom company and our business partner. The one little break we had was for a Cambodian lunch, which was quite good. After that we took the company managers, who were Thais, to dinner. We had some very nice wine, which is actually quite cheap there in Cambodia since there are no import duties on it.
On Tuesday I went back to the first telecom as well as two others to meet about our products. Then I headed for the airport. I was in dress slacks, nice shoes, with a shirt and tie so I found the only bathroom I could and started to change. It was damn hot! Even getting into shorts and a t-shirt I had sweat dripping off of me in a few minutes.
I was able to catch my flight and I got into Bangkok with no problem. But as soon as I got in is when the problems started. I had a dinner meeting at 8PM but I had to go to my hotel first. Well I happened to be raining and Bangkok traffic is always a mess. So at about 7:20 I told my driver to just pull over and let me take the subway. The guards were a little surprised to see me walk through the metal detectors with my two bags and a packaged golf club.
Thankfully I had been in contact with my customer and they pushed the meeting to 8:30. However, after that my phone died. So I didn’t hear that they changed the meeting place. When I went to meet them I couldn’t find them at the Ari BTS station and I couldn’t find an English pay phone that worked. Eventually I got the phone to work and frantically went to the new BTS station only 45 min late but just before the restaurant closed. My customer was worried that I was in a car wreck during this whole time but it was all ok since I paid—as is normal—so the customer really didn’t care (and Thais are pretty easy going anyway).
On Wednesday I meet with our customer to give an under the table gift in the morning then I went to a long meeting. The meeting was long but not much of importance really happened since there were no major issues to discuss. So after a long chat we all went out for lunch at a Japanese place (so in a few days I had Cambodian food, American, Thai, and Japanese food). I then went back again for a private meeting to talk about some of our upcoming orders.
One of the marketing team members that I work with was really concerned about me since she knows I like politics and there was a big protest going on in the city. She kept saying not to go but then when I talked to her manager (who supports the protestors) the manager offered to take me. I would have gone but I really didn’t have enough time.
That night I met my business partner/agent for dinner. After dinner we went to a famous night market that I had never been to. I bought some t-shirts and a tie. On all counts I was pretty happy since I bargained pretty well and even better than the local agent thought I could do. For example, the nice tie—with a clip and cuff links—cost me about $6.
After that we went to a jazz bar, yes a Bangkok jazz bar. The band was really good (singer, drums, bass guitar, 3 saxophones, 2 trumpets, and one trombone). They played a lot of Frank Sinatra—so I liked it. But I was very very impressed. They were very good and if you did not know you were in Bangkok you might as well have been in the US.
The next day I had the hotel do some dry cleaning since I didn’t have any meetings scheduled. Instead, I had a coworker who wanted me to buy her some things in Bangkok so I spent the morning trying to find stuff for her. Then in the afternoon I went back to the agent’s office to pick up some documents I had Fed Ex’d there to use for my meeting in Laos.
I went back to my hotel got my bags and went to the airport to head to Vientiane, Laos.
What a Difference a Year Makes Part II
So the last few years I was always at a huge Easter brunch at the ND South Dining Hall. That meant and eating my heart out with friends.
Today I woke up about 10:45AM and talked to my family on Skype while in a t-shirt and boxers and then had a ham and egg sandwich at the breakfast joint on the first floor.
Today I woke up about 10:45AM and talked to my family on Skype while in a t-shirt and boxers and then had a ham and egg sandwich at the breakfast joint on the first floor.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
NCAA
So much for not updating this thing. I just tied for he win in my Facebook bracket challenge. I've never been so happy to finish on top of Brian's lady.
Cambodia
As is always the case, I am out doing some travel for business and I have no time to update this thing. I am in Cambodia waiting for my flight to Bangkok. I leave for Laos on Thursday and then can, hopefully, go back to Taiwan on Saturday.
Stay classy folks.
Stay classy folks.
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