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Round the City, Round the Clock

My basic day here is waking up at 1-2PM, waiting to see when or if Des will come back — she’s long since ditched me for her own daytime wanderings — and then wait for my friend S to see if we’re headed to a cafe. Once there I fiddle around on the computer for awhile, thinking about doing some things online but ultimately just browsing and chatting. It’s a lovely rhythm and it’s been awhile since I’ve had regular laptopping times, since Sundays in San Francisco nearly a decade ago.

Last Saturday we went to this Sofar Sounds thing that Des concocted, an exclusive invite-only music event that she’d previously been to in LA. The Taipei version was small and cramped, and my friend and I spent the entire post-first act on the stairwell outside, contemplating when we should leave. Luckily Des and her cousins were also ready to get out of there so we headed down the a Mercedes closing night event in Xinyi. The crowd was mostly the young nightlife Taiwanese, as opposed to the hip indie ones we’d left behind at Sofar. (Berets were worn at both places, but I’d like to think for different purposes.) We didn’t last that long at either event, but it felt like a success because we were out past midnight.

Over the weekend N invited us up to her mountain retreat, which is really our other friend L’s recently vacated home (she’s moving to Australia). It’s high up on Elephant Mountain, and a little confusing to get to, but the nighttime milky view of Taipei was nice. They stuck around to consume some consumables, and I went back to watch BOS vs GS, but instead just played LoL for awhile.

The week after was filled with lots of people, including a food journalist I’d been wanting to meet, a photographer who I’ve many intersecting circles with, and a flurry of friends of friends. Plus one Tinder date (not mine)! I also found myself at small bar in Dunhua on Thursday night, smoking chain smoking and sipping on a drink while discussing Reality Bites and High Fidelity, with a person I'd met just a few hours ago. Needless to say, it was a fascinating conversation.

And yeah, there’s been some attempts to go out. Des and I went to Korner one Wednesday night, their dance floor reduced from a tiny hallway to an even tinier spare room. The music wasn’t bad, and it was nice to bounce around for a bit. On her last night, we started at Marquee for drinks, went to Chess for six minutes (and left right as a fight happened), and then roved to Kor for another ten minutes or so. Then home...

And yeah, that was going out!

Oh, and I went with S to the W Woo Bar re-open so she could say hi to ex-coworkers, but we spent the rest of the time on the outdoor patio, smoking and talking with her friend, and technically closing it down.

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