The Chinese guys at the Table

So, all week there have been these six guys from Hong Kong in our office at work. In total, I have probably spent about... ninty percent of my time this week with said guys. Meetings, dinners, excursions and the like. They are all very nice, and, besides the hard-to-understand, broken english there shouldn't be any problems, right? Ooooh, but there are...

You see, these guys aren't always speaking english. I will ask them a question, or make a comment, and they all turn to each other and comment on my comment.. in Cantonese! It seems that my Cantonese is not as great as it should be, so of course, I cant understand a word they are saying. At first, it didnt bother me... then the laughing began. I would make a comment, or say something, and they would break into their normal chinese banter. But then, they would look at me, and start laughing! Smiling, and laughing at what I can only assume was ME! I got sick of this reeeal quick. Then the one time they did it, I politely asked "What are you laughing at?" The one guy decides he is going to try to explain to me, but he is almost in tears from laughing so hard that the once hard to understand accent has now become completely foreign. So after he calms down, he tells me that they were talking about taking me to a strip club when I go to Hong Kong in a couple of months. So, this freaks me out a little and at the same time confirms that they actually have been talking about me in another language! ugh.

Anyways, last night I went to dinner with them, my boss, and a couple other guys that I work with... nice restaurant, everyones drinking, having a good time. Somehow it comes up that they want to find me a nice Chinese boyfriend when I come over there. My boss, out of the blue says "I am stepping in as the dad here... no Asian boyfriends for Becky". Ok, so now this weirdness has spread to my boss becoming involved in my personal life. The odd dinner continued when the one guy proceeds to fall asleep at the table!! For a half hour! He just slept there while everyone mocked him, and took pictures of him with five empty wine bottles and the waitress. =P I wish I had a sharpee, I would have drawn on his face! (a la Beta Theta Pi style). So regardless, the night ended, and I was sufficiently weirded out.. but it was damned funny anyways.

Ok, late breaking news: I just got an email from this semi-skeevy guy I work with that I play soccer with on Fridays for work. He dropped off a form for me while I wasnt in my office, so, I sent him an email to thank him. He sends on back that says... "Sure, for you anything =) " Eew.. I wanna go home!


T-minus 15 days 'til Christmas!!