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I forgot to mention about the rest of the night of the BBQ. now I knew lis was toying with the idea of watching the notre dame/georgia tech football game and that's how we ended up meeting SACH to begin with. but I had no idea lis was so intent on watching. she spent the rest of the night finagling a way to see the game sunday morning, calling bars, enlisting the other alums and our hotel conceirge to call bars, and surfing chat rooms for signs of fans who might know where to go. her diligence paid off though; we found ourselves FLYING across town on sunday in the best cab ride I have ever taken. there’s really no way to give this guy his due credit, but I have a feeling that he might be training for nascar. anyway, lis had managed to find a guy showing all sorts of slingboxed recordings of college football games at bubba’s texas style BBQ. bizarre. but it had surprisingly good pulled pork. and we were surprised too when SACH showed up with his WHOLE FAMILY to watch the game. how cute was that?
not so cute was the warm beer, the manager who proceeded to get blotto’ed and demand we high five him, nor the self-proclaimed pervert from boston who kept alternately thanking us for talking to him and trying to set us up with his embarrassed friend. the one thing of worth he did tell us though, is that if we had time, to head to guanzhou and hold a baby panda. “fuck the grerat wall” he said. “once you get one of those little buggers in your arms, nothing else matters.” it was he said, the best experience he has had in his 12 years in china, hands down. of course he also said that filipinos were the best entertainers but the ugliest people on the planet, so we had to take his advice with more than just a grain of salt. poor SACH had to leave early so he could get his youngest home to bed. we thought, oh no, he’ll miss the end of the game, but little did we know we would too; the recording cut off the last 10 or so minutes of the game and we had to accept the outcome from the lips of the drunk manager, as well as hug him goodbye.
the cab ride.
what makes this good is that we were going about 50-60 miles an hour in these photos.
bubba's.
yup.
not so cute was the warm beer, the manager who proceeded to get blotto’ed and demand we high five him, nor the self-proclaimed pervert from boston who kept alternately thanking us for talking to him and trying to set us up with his embarrassed friend. the one thing of worth he did tell us though, is that if we had time, to head to guanzhou and hold a baby panda. “fuck the grerat wall” he said. “once you get one of those little buggers in your arms, nothing else matters.” it was he said, the best experience he has had in his 12 years in china, hands down. of course he also said that filipinos were the best entertainers but the ugliest people on the planet, so we had to take his advice with more than just a grain of salt. poor SACH had to leave early so he could get his youngest home to bed. we thought, oh no, he’ll miss the end of the game, but little did we know we would too; the recording cut off the last 10 or so minutes of the game and we had to accept the outcome from the lips of the drunk manager, as well as hug him goodbye.
the cab ride.
what makes this good is that we were going about 50-60 miles an hour in these photos.
bubba's.
yup.
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