Marry Crimbus

I asked lzyk if she had a reason we shouldn't file paperwork and she said it was because it might hurt her career. I'm not a vindictive person so fine, we can wait a while. My mandarin teacher invited me to christmas dinner with her friends, at a bar that is renowned for the availability of ladies for sale, or at least for rent. Instead, it was a sit down affair with perfect turkey and roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and mashed potatoes. At one side of the table was a preacher; a foreigner who wasn't foreign because he was born here, a brit with purple red hair, a Czech male model, his companion, and two americans who looked very Taiwanese. We ended up all going back to their place in the preacher's enormous Mercedes (all time coolest car I've ridding in Taiwan) where the housemates (everyone but the preacher, the teacher, and myself) exchanged gifts in a charming and endearing moment that I was lucky to look in on. My natural awkwardness took over eventually, but for a while, it was a pleasure to look in on someone else's joyous Christmas-away-from-home. Someone in the house even had a skateboard, but it was unridden. I'm still not clear on how all those people know one another or why they were together on Christmas. It had a dream like logic though, and if it was a dream, it was a happy one.