Frosty Brew II

I just had my latest crate of beer delivered.  They’re running late tonight.  It’s almost midnight and they just showed up.  I had the little security panel on my wall ring, and when I answered all I could see was the top of a woman’s head.  I said nihau? (hello?) and she said pijiu (beer).  This little woman, maybe 45 years old and under 5 feet tall, was humping up a crate of beer.

It’s so fucking cold outside that the beers in the crate were twice as cold as the ones I had in the fridge.  It’s been cold as a witch’s tit lately, bitter biting cold wind blowing in off the Gobi Desert.  It’s “turn your nuts into raisins” weather.

ah that global warming is kicking in…

now is it true that this has been the worst winter in Beijing in decades?

Just out of curiosity, Lee, how much beer DO you drink? Yeesh, it seems like every other entry here is about you getting a “crate” delivered.

If it makes you feel any better, it is -19F here right now, with wind chills in the -30 to -40 range.