Old Lord Wine

After massages, jen and I met up with Ranajit-it just happened to be his birthday...We decide to go out for Japanese food...We can't find..So we go for Xian (I think--minority food). Food is amazing and we decide to order a bottle of 'Old Lord Wine'-with a name like that, this drink must be delicious...Tasted like Manachevitz (sweet, slightly alcoholic grape juice)...or as Ranajit put it 'cough syrup'. Either way, by the time dinner was over-jen was drunk, I was sober..and Ranajit, well, I couldn't tell. We decide we have time for one more drink and we head to this cool, chic area. Along the way, we stop at these little shops so I might eyeball the fashion...I will explain my theory on Chinese fashion once I have proof (i.e. candid pictures of the garment atrocities). Anyway, so I put on a pair of sparkly flipflops and Ranajit decides they are so great, he starts bargaining for me...well, not because he cared so much what I was wearing but that he wanted to barter. 'How much?" $65.*I made a face* $50...Ranajit, '$20!!' I'm like, Ranajit, I don't even know if I want them...anyway, the girl goes down and I make some lame excuse as to why I can't buy them...and we walk off. We do find this other shoe store, because I have decided I want some new adornments for my feet. The next stop is this bin...a big enticing bin of what looks like cute shoes (upon closer inspection, these shoes fall into my fashion atrocity category) but we didn't know that at the time and are intrigued by this vendor's items. I sift through the bin (to which each pair I pulled out, Ranajit started bartering for) and am told there is this room below...filled with shoes....A big room filled with shoes!?! I'm in (plus I have Ranajit-a big Indian dude and jen-so I'm safe.) We venture downward and its all sneakers, much to my disappointment. Ranajit is quickly intrigued by a pair of banana yellow (or highlighter yellow), plastic 'air jordans' and yes, he put them on. As convincing as the salesman was (saying things like-wearing yellow means you have money and they are good, really good, our shopping efforts were futile as we left the 'hole' (as jenny called it) empty handed. Onward still, we are bombarded by a guy who wanted to sell us a 'footy massage.' "Footy massage? you want footy?" 'Nope, not so interested in footy, but thanks."

We never did make it to our final drink-jen sobered up and was tired, and I decided to head to 'Sea World' to meet up with some other peeps.

Not quite sure why I titled this piece 'Old Lord Wine' but I felt that a bottle with that name deserved some respect and a story to go along (regardless of how relevant).