Old guys on a roof
Old guys on a roof
Last night I went over to Ritan Park to attend a friend of a friend's birthday gathering. It was a really relaxed evening, offering a nice rooftop view of the trees in the park, and a great start to the upcoming holidays.
The host loved to play guitar, so there was some picking going on, and it felt like we were all in college again, except with wives and kids and mortgages and job pressures and life stress and obligations, etc., but all that was forgotten for a while while we sipped wine, talked, and listened to music. It turned out that all the guys there were 41. That rarely happens, where a group of people get together and are all the same age. I'm usually the oldest in a crowd as I tend to hang out with younger musicians, and my staff are all much younger. But last night it was just a bunch of old guys on a roof in a park in Beijing.
Afterwards Tif suggested some punk music over at D-22, which is way across town in student-ville, so we picked up road brews, spent 30 minutes in a cab and caught the last set of an all girls band called Hang On The Box doing some weird stuff. The lead singer was done up in thigh high baby doll stockings, a froofroo puffy miniskirt, and yelped in a semi-erotic animalistic way which was enthralling if not a bit unsettling. The drummer looked like a condensed version of the Duke's Chinese girlfriend, Honey, in Doonesbury, and she yelped a lot too, while she banged. The bassist got overlooked due to the singer's thigh high stockings, and the banging, but I think she yelped a bit too.
Evan and Sahil were bummed since there were no women to approach, and I pointed out that young female indie college rockers were also women, but they were more interested in Suzie Wong style approachable women who will sleep with you even if you are old, so we got back in a cab, spent another 30 min back to the east side of town so they could get some phone numbers at Suzie's.
Luckily this place is across the street from my apartment, so after a beer and a couple of boring laps around the bar, I left the two bachelors in bachelor land, and went to bed.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
