Chapter 310

I woke up at 11 and ate breakfast while watching videos about the upcoming UFC event, they’re holding a big pay-per-view tomorrow, the second in a row. Should be a good one.

Then the girlfriend, the dog and I drove to a village about 10 km away, to meet up with the hash group. We hiked a trail going through farmland, villages and wooded areas, then we had the circle. I was wearing my red baseball cap emblasoned with TRUMP 2020, KEEP AMERICA GREAT that the American from Hefei gave me, and the group being mostly composed of sad anti-Trumpers, I got forced to down four cups, with the chant of “Four more beers! Four more beers!”. Can’t be too mad at that. Then one of the hares got baptized, with the trail name of Puber-Teeth. He got showered with beer, and then ran around trying to hug everyone. A good time was had by all, and the weather was perfect.

The group then went to a bar, but the girlfriend proposed the two of us go eat Indian food, since the village we were in is already technically within the city limits of Wuxi. Why not. So she drove the 50 km there, which went by smoothly, and then we gorged ourselves with curries, biryani and flat breads. I also picked a beer from their rare microbrew fridge, a dark Belgian ale clocking in at 9.5%.

I did something I rarely do, but sometimes you have to put your foot down, as a paying customer forking out large amounts of money to have your dopamine spiked. I had asked for the curries to be extra spicy, and as nearly al-fucking-ways, they came in with the Scoville units equivalent of a glass of warm milk. So I politely but annoyingly pointed it out to the boss, and she returned the plates fifteen minutes later with an acceptable level of spice.

We got back to the car, after a small detour to a tea shop where I got a big bag of pu-er tea encased in dried limes, and then drove home. I was still bummed out I couldn’t go to Ningbo but all FOMO aside, it had been a good day.