A Chinese friend invited me to celebrate the New Year with him by attending a performance by some itinerant Mongolian dance/opera/ballet group.

I had to meet him outside the theatre and was a bit worried when I got there and saw a million Asians standing around, and thought how the fuck am I ever expected to find him?

But then I saw him.
So I guess they don't all look alike.

The show was fantastic. Which just goes to prove that even if you're a Mongol, you can still produce a thing of beauty.

Actually, that makes it the second time in a month that retards have impressed me. I went to a Mongolian BBQ for the first time and it was $24.95-all-you-can-eat-bliss.

Some of the Mongol dancer chicks were actually pretty cute, but then I felt ashamed of thinking that way about the mentally impaired.

But anyway, getting out of the show was a bitch.

Picture being stuck in a “line” with a million Asians who can't understand the instructions on how to work the machine that you need to put your parking ticket through in order to get out of the building.

Then imagine leaving the parking building at the same time as a million Asian drivers.

Yeah.

But fortunately I didn't have to live out that reality. Because unfortunately I'd forgotten where I'd parked my car and spent the next 20 minutes stumbling around like a retard trying to find it.

Bah.