here's where i am, and here's how Bob Dylan does it

according to an article on Vanity Fair (http://www.vanityfair.com/ontheweb/blogs/daily/2008/04/dylan.html)

Mint Julep: "Put the mint leaves, powdered sugar and water in a Collins glass. Fill the glass with shaved or crushed ice and then add bourbon. Top that off with more ice. I like to garnish mine with a mint sprig. Serve it with a straw. Two or three of those and anything sounds good!"

Rum-Cola mix: "Let me give you my recipe for a rum and Coca-Cola. Take a tall glass, put some ice in it, two fingers of Bombay rum, and a bottle of Coca-Cola. Shake it up well and go drink it in the sunshine!"

ahh. sounds like my kind of summer drink alright. having such tiny fingers though, i'd do it with four instead of two fingers. and i know that sounded very wrong. but who cares? i am in taipei and i am too shy scared sino-phobic (acdg to larry) to drink alone at the bar. so i've been salivating, sort of. i don't want to touch the minibar because it's a bit sad. i mean, i know i'd be sad after, drinking alone like that. but the night is young, we'll see... walked around for about two hours. okay naman. everyone has such thin arms and such slim legs.i do believe skinny pants were invented with these people in mind. looks really nice on the women, of course not on the men. the men just look uninspired and uninspiring, generally. i've been taking very inspired pictures of the women on the streets. i could easily have been this white balding man next to me, ogling the pretty taiwanese, from the safety of US territory: starbucks, of course. i've also been taking pictures of all these colorful foodstalls, but of course i dare not try them, i'm waiting for my cousin to arrive here this weekend so i can have someone to try all of them food, and maybe get allergies, with. haaay. there indeed comes a time in one's life, when one becomes no longer the adventurous spirit one thought one was, and one starts referring to oneself in this weird manner. (my pathetic attempts to sound like the mind of the old guy next to me). seriously, i find myself thinking of how things would have been so much more interesting if i were with, say, husband weng (not only because it is nice to be with husband all day, all night, always, but also because someone can take my picture with the prett girls in the background), or jet as in our macau audit, or tatay because he carries history lesons and trivia with him wherever he goes, or derek because we'd have a grand time minding people's haircuts and hoarding little electronic gadgets, or aimee because she can pass herself off as a taiwanese girl, or dennis because he is the real foodie, or dawn because we both have an insatiable interest and indefatigable faith in bargain shopping, and nanay becasue she is so snooty, it is always a worthy challenge trying to please her... oh well. now i am getting sad. i might as well give that mini bar more serious thought.