Sunday 10/6/02             American Breakfast and Sad German Boy

 

            Ginger got up first even though I was in the process of waking (sunlight plus stomachaches plus needing to pee, the usual wake up call), around 12:15.  She called Stella and I called Gary to see if they wanted to do brunch.  He didn’t have time since he was packing, so I wished him a good trip.  She reported that Stella wasn’t coming out either, and that her dad had just asked to take her to brunch, so I hung up dejected.  I’d been looking forward to American breakfast food.  I called Jonathan who wasn’t home, then JiaLan who’d just eaten.  Double dejected, I figured I’d go to Wellcome and treat myself to something, and maybe even a pint of Haagen Dazs.  Just then Ginger called, said her dad and his coworker were going to Jukes and did I want to come right now?  I rushed into shorts and Tshirt, and they picked me up in their car. 

 

Her dad speaks English really well is originally from Mainland, and a woman who worked with her dad was with them.  On a completely side note, I noticed the monster mosquito bite that looked like a tumor on my left shin has turned almost purple and bruisy.

 

Juke’s is on DunHua and Heping.  It is GREAT.  We started reading the menu outside just as a white guy came out and declared, “The food here is REALLY GOOD.”  We went in and they gave us newer, thicker menus with even more stuff, pizzas (“Thin Italian style crust”), sandwiches, omelettes, pancakes (including chocolate chip!!  cry!!), and breakfast combos with bacon, ham, sausage, hash browns, eggs any style, toast, OJ, unlimited coffee.  Oh Lord, how I thank thee!  Heavenly choruses played through my head!  I finally decided on the Grand Slam with pancake, bacon, 2 eggs medium over, hash browns, OJ and coffee for 240.  I told Ginger flatly, “We have to come back here.”  I couldn’t order everything I wanted unless I returned a dozen times.

 

            There was a bar and huge blackboard on the wall on which were written all kinds of drinks, cheaper than those at last night’s bar, and we wondered if they were stronger here, “American style.”

 

            The food was GREAT. I told her “I am so happy right now,” and she said she’d called me because I’d said I’ve been craving American breakfast.  I consumed every last bit of edible substance off my plates and had a coffee refill.  Her dad insisted on paying of course, even though I insisted I was the one who’d bugged Ginger to come out for American breakfast.  She said Grandma Nitti’s has a nicer atmosphere but is more expensive and this is just as good.

 

            Her dad dropped us at her place and had to go to his university to do work.  She brought me to their apartment.  People were filming part of a TV show right outside, though the actors looked like common street people.  She asked what they were filming but we didn’t quite understand. 

 

We went upstairs.  The place was really cool.  Her grandfather was the creator of the Chinese cult comic Old Master Q, and her dad and uncle are keeping the business up and looking into marketing opportunities and such.  So Old Master Q comic drawings, sketches and plaster models were everywhere.  There was an office area with several PCs, and drawing tables with paints and tools, and comic books and pictures everywhere.  Her dad also paints and several large works adorned the halls.  They also have an outdoor balcony with a nice view and 2 tables where they sometimes eat, and flowers/plants on either side. 

 

We wandered down ChungHsiao and stopped at the mango dessert/drink chain for drinks when DeHua called.  He’d lost his cellphone at the club last night and was calling me from a payphone and all he had was my name card, and asked why we hadn’t said goodbye.  I explained we thought he was with a girl and didn’t want to bother him.  He asked what we were doing, I told him where we were, he said he’d moved out of his place so was wandering around shopping until his evening flight and sounded bored and lonely, so he said he’d come meet us at SOGO.  In a few minutes he called to ask if we could come over there, to his hostel room, sounding like he wouldn’t have time to come out and go back in time for his cousin to pick him up for the airport, and moaning that he was all alone during his last couple hours in Taiwan.  I hesitated and asked Ginger, I wondered  What would we do there?  She did too, but shrugged and said OK, and said there was a lot of shopping in that area, and I hadn’t really explored that part yet.  So we said we’d meet him at Taipei Main Station.  Stopped by my place to change to jeans and get an umbrella because it had turned windy, colder, dark and rainy.

 

            He led us to the hostel, which was quite clean and pleasant.  He had double beds, own bathroom and small TV set.  We sat a little awkwardly and watched TV, he came out of the bathroom had taken off his sweater and wore a black tank top like what guys wear to play b-ball in.  I felt a little bit weird wondering where this was going.  He asked us when we left last night and why didn’t we say Bye, and did we see the two girls kissing each other last night at the club, where we were all sitting?  Thankfully this seemed to have happened when Ginger and I left.  He said they weren’t lesbians, they all had boyfriends, and everyone including their boyfriends just sat and stared.  He said repeatedly that it was “hen hau kan”.  This was definitely weirding me out and I started trying to think of a way to make an exit, but we eased off the subject, just saying we didn’t understand why guys liked to look at girls kiss like that, and that girls don’t think it’s anything great to watch…obvious things.

 

            We half watched TV, making fun of the girly guys in MTV Asia music videos, and half talked, then we looked at the presents he was taking home for people, then asked if he had any photos.  He just showed us his digicam, and took our picture, then flipped through to show us various pics and videos, mostly of the last few days since he hadn’t taken many the whole trip until he realized he was leaving soon.  There were a few of Essi doing Kung Fu stuff.   Then Ginger brought out hers and we looked through those.  What Women Want was on Cinemax AGAIN so for the 3rd time I was watching it.  He kept moaning that he had to go home soon, I asked him, “[Don’t you miss it at all?]”  He said No, and that he had to go back and study, and this was his last hour in Taipei, groaning like he was in real pain and going to die, and I said he sounded like he was on death row.  Apparently ever since he came to Taiwan when he was 19 on the Love Boat, he had so much fun that he’s come back every year since then for vacation time, so every time he’s here he doesn’t miss home because it’s his fun time here and he knows he’s going back to Germany after it’s over.  Ah, amazing how Love Boat can touch people’s lives.

 

There was a knock at the door and it was some other girl friend of his, quite pretty and nice.  We all introduced ourselves, and I thought at least he was leaving on a happy note—3 girls in his room.  We sat all in a row watching the movie, Ginger looked a little bored or uncomfortable so I asked her when she wanted to leave, and we stood to go after another ten minutes.

 

He walked us back to the station, leaving the girl to wait in the room, moaning the whole time, I told him he’s like a little kid.  He stood at the station sadly, stalling, and I was thinking I’ve never had this long of a drawn-out goodbye with someone I’d known for so little time, but finally we all hugged and said Bye.

 

            As we got on the MRT she said “We’ve had a really productive day!”  I said, “Yeah, whatever happened to studying, homework, and me doing laundry?   I can’t believe I watched What Women Want for the THIRD time!”

 

            I decided to hit Wellcome to get the required Taipei City garbage bags (the door woman had caught me, probably via the videocam yesterday, dumping my regular plastic bag in the dumpster and when I came downstairs she scolded me and wrote down the names of the correct bags I was to get) and treat myself to some cheese, ice cream, maybe spaghetti and whatever else I might find.  I spent a long time browsing and realized how expensive all the American things really were.  500mg of spaghetti that I might get for  99 CENTS at home, was that much in NT here!  Stouffers mac ‘n cheese was “on sale” for 139NT, I could get that for 99cents at home too, but took one because the stuff is so good.  Tiny slabs of cheese, gouda and brie mostly, were all over $2.40.  A pint of Haagen Dazs was about 230NT!  Spaghetti sauce came in tiiinnny jars for about 240NT also.  I kept looking at prices disbelievingly, like they’d forgotten to put in the decimal and say it was in US dollars.  I rejected the spaghetti, got Kraft slices, stick of butter, jar of strawberry jam, bottle of milk that came wrapped with a small bottle of chocolate milk (milk took a long time to pick out since there are so many kinds.  They also have “fruit milk” in all different flavors, like papaya milk and orange milk, and even grosser-sounding, big bottles of liquid “drinking yogurt”), box of Muesli cereal (on sale also about 130NT) half dozen eggs with no price on it (but they HAVE to be cheap right?   Because on the news people throw them all the time when they protest) and the garbage bags which were also not cheap (20 of the smallest size for about 85NT). 

 

At the cashier, she said the eggs were blah blah pointing at a red tag on them and that they weren’t for sale.  I wondered what this meant..rotten?  But why put them on display then?  Mystified, I ran and got another kind.  Total was 527.  I went home a bit PO’ed.  I hadn’t even gotten any ice cream.

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws

1