I flaked on Froog last night. I was completely beat from a day of translating documents and just didn’t have the energy to go out after midnight to watch the FA Cup game between Manchester United and Arsenal. I have a hunch that I’m in for a raft of crap about how my tepid support for Arsenal cost them the match. The mechanism for this is not abundantly clear…some sort of karmic time/space buttefly effect or what not. Seriously, the only way I could have affected this game in the positive for the Gunners is if I teleported myself to the hallway outside the Manchester United training room and pulled a Tonya Harding on young Mr. Rooney. Besides, it was only the FA Cup and we dressed 14 players. Watching the preview for the match on Friday night, a shot of the manager standing at practice with the net in the background caused one wag to remark, “Is the injury bug so bad that Arsene Wenger’s now his own starting keeper?” The final score probably wouldn’t have been much changed if he actually had been minding the goal. Anyway….
I did escape The Studio for an hour or so to have dinner with YJ and her cousin at the Gongti branch of The Kro’s Nest. Best pizza in Beijing, in my opinion, and great value as well. Definitely one of my fave places to grab a bite in town.