☯ @zeb — deleteyourself: Wednesday October 28

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Wednesday October 28 - Day 1

When you travel to LA, the jet lag makes you a loser that goes to bed at New York time, while locals are just getting read to go out. When you travel to London you are a party machine because 4am to Brits is like 11pm to us. THENNNNNNN there is going to Asia. You really can’t understand the waking dead you feel when your time zone is the exact opposite of what your body is used to. Noon here is midnight in New York and the only way to get over it, is to drink red bull, coffee, and shoot methanphetamines to plow through it. The second and third days are the worst, and yesterday was a very hard second.

Our day started at 4:30am since we couldn’t sleep any longer. We sat around until a decent hour and then headed out to one of the local breakfast places. These are great because I am absolutely the only white person within miles and they look at me like I’m crazy. Every diner has signs that promote that they use Campbell soup products, which is completely bizarre, so I got a macaroni soup with ham and fried egg. It sounds like an odd breakfast, and is, but apparently it’s pretty traditional.

We did errands like go to the bank to get Michelle’s visa stuff and got SIM cards for our phones. Around noon we went to Central to visit Michelle’s friend Erin to get my hair cut. He has been cutting her hair since she was like 10 years old, and I love to hear more about her before we met. I really imagine Michelle to have grown up a cartoon character who magically became a woman around age 19. Any evidence of the contrary is weird to me. Since her and Erin go way back he charged me basically nothing for the cut, which he spent a hour and a half on. Thaaaaaaanks pal!

We headed over to Mak’s noodle’s which is “famous for attracting opera singers” (huh?) and had a bowl of beef brisket noodles. This is one of those places Anthony Bourdain visited, and they proudly display his picture and review under the glass of every table. There are a lot of restaurants you walk by with his autograph picture, which seems to have become the new star system for attracting foodies. Byebye Zagat and Michelin.

Afterwards we went over to Michelle’s mom’s apartment and hung out there for a bit with her younger brother and watched bad canto TV and eventually made it back to our apartment to rest before dinner. Dinner was at this dumpling place in Soho which was ok, though definitely not the best we’ve had in the city. The coolest part was getting there. That area is built on the base of a mountain so it’s extremely hilly, to a point where it makes San Francisco look flat. The world’s longest escalator brings you from the base all the way up and you get get off wherever you want along the way, which is crowded with restaurants.

We headed home and grabbed some breakfast pastries for the next morning and I tried as hard as I could to stay up until midnight so I could get in a normal sleeping pattern. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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