My New Year's Resolution

This just in......I am a horrible blogger. I think I have narrowed it down to two things. 1.) I have about as much free time as the President 2.) I am haven't quite even figured out in life what my "specialty" is.  All these "bloggers" have somehow created a niche for themselves. What the heck is my niche? Geesh, I can't even figure out what I want to be when I grow up, how am I going to narrow it down to a blog topic.

So with this new year upon us, I am going to take advantage of my voice and put my fingers to work and try to document more what my "niche" is. I see so many blogs filled with ideas and words from people who have no idea what they are talking about. Me, I don't want to be like that at all. So, with that I'll start with the only "niche" I know I am good at, interesting stories ;)

Hangzhou, China - April 2011

After a long day touring Suzhou, "Sunny's Home Town" (our tour guide Sunny, ever time she mentioned Suzhou it was either introduce or followed with the words, my hometown, this is important later in the story.), we traveled south to the small suburb (a couple million people) of Hangzhou. Now on the way things got interesting. Our tour bus, filled with middle-aged couples, elderly people seeking their travel dreams, middle-aged bachelors, and us youngsters. Now, anytime you can get two beers for a dollar, well, things will get interesting.  As we started on our drive to Hangzhou, Julie & I decided to make our two hours interesting by spending some dollars and drinking some Shangsui, chinese beer. Needless to say by the end of the trip filled getting Shangsuied and a fellow travelmate bought sake at the reststop we were feeling pretty good by the time we reached Hangzhou. Along the way proved interesting as we took a slight detour into the factory country of China, where all our goods & services are made.  We ventured a huge tour bus into a narrow town filled with astonished passerbyers who obvioulsy weren't use to seeing Americans come through.
   The bus was stuck in this very tight street and for about ten minutes of pulling forward and reverse, I sat wondering how a bus full of thousands of dollars of goods could not get stolen and overthrown by all these people. USA against the rural Chinese.  Needless to say after 15 mintues, we were back on our way and drinking every time Sunny said, "her hometown."

Later that evening,  in the midst of the evening hours, we went to a local bar with none other than a group of Chinese singers singing all the classic American hits from the 1970s. Of course, they weren't ready for what I'd like to call an epic dance number to "Stayin Alive."Let's no forget about karaoke, I still regret not singing some Fleetwood Mac, oh well next time, right? Although, I didn't go out that much in China, the night we got Shangsuied, was hard to forget!