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I am a drinker, I like to drink. My favorite alcohol in whiskey, red, dry wine and beer. I have "ganbei'ed" with Chinese people, mostly because of my wife. I have had some wonderful, drunken nights with Chinese people. I like Chinese people. I do. If I did not, I would say so.
Chinese are very insistent people. Extremely insistent people. They are irritating about it. I have been forced to drink on nights that I am either hungover or I had something to do early the next day. I have had to be a dick to my wife and the company that, NO, I do not want to drink tonight! It doesn't usually take that much.
One day I was horrifically hungover. Pain, headache, thirst, death. My wife made me go out to see these yahoos in her hometown because their daughter was going to Canada or something. The girl was very uninteresting. Conversation.......
Me: You are going to college.
Me: Where in Canada?
Me: What school?
Her: Toronto State (note, this is a fiction school, I lost interest by then.)
Me: What are you studying.
Her: Proctology (again, I have no clue, I am in pain and loss interest)
Her father tried to nudge me beers and 9 times out of 10, I would have happily accepted. This was the 10th time. I am hungover and I dont want beer. The problem is that I do not want to insult my guest. I avoided booz
In my Chinese hometown, I worked in a Junior Middle School and a Senior School which were seperate by distance. I loved the Junior school. Nice, sweet polite kids. It was the total opposite in the Senior school. I hated that f'ing place. 60 kids to a class and most of them were rude and awful.
One morning around 11 AM, I finished my classes and was commanded by the Headmaster to have lunch with him and other leaders from other schools. Me? "Yes Sir!"
Why? Because the Headmaster was a lush. He was also a very kind and nice man. I have seen him angry and pissed off once about something, but usually he was a very nice, laid back boss. His name was Mr. Zhou and he was a drinker. I don't think he was an alcoholic, he was like a teenager with booze when given the opportunity.
I taught at the junior school in the morning and the senior school in the afternoon. Finished my classes at the junior school around 11:30 and had to be at the senior school at 1:30 or so.
That day,11 AM that day was cocktail hour. Dry red wine. Gambied our asses off. I hated my afternoon job, and I was getting drunk with a boss. Ate some good local Chinese food, talked with the other English teachers in the area. I had to have the husband of another teacher come in an interpret for me.
Mr. Zhou was like the President/head partier in fraternity. I sat in a low table with Zhou and a bunch of other Chinese who had limited English, drank wine and had a great time.
I taught at the junior school in the morning and the senior school in the afternoon. Finished my classes at the junior school around 11:30 and had to be at the senior school at 1:30 or so..
I did a summer camp which happened at his campus. Our closing ceremony was a big table with myself, the bored, tired Chinese teachers and the small table was Mr. Zhou. I wated to go over there because they were partying and drinking. This was the summer before I worked in the schools.
Mr. Zhou goes to all the tables with a shot of wine to Ganbei everyone. In our group were some foreign teachers. Mr. Zhou goes to the foreigner leader, a woman about 60. When the picture was to be taken, the old woman kissed Mr. Zhou on the cheek. Mr. Zhou was as shocked as Archie Bunker being kissed by Sammy Davis Junior. I saw the look on Mr. Zhou's face, but did not get a picture.
I worked my first year in my wife's hometown teaching English. I taught