(Hot) Sake, Sake, Sushi, Sake, Sake, Sushi, Sake, Edamame, Edamame, Edamame, okay more Sake, "Yes I'm Mexican but I don't do Tequila," Sake, Tuna rolls, THANK GOD TEA, "One Tiny Cambodian Girl can drink whole litre of Sake" (gesticulating towards pitcher) "I'm not Cambodian.", Cabbage, Edamame (man I do love Edamame), Sake, rice, rice, rice (I'm getting better at picking up rice with chopsticks), Miso soup (umm this is dessert??), and one more shot of Sake for good measure.
I should throw in there a couple of blonde jokes, Vietnamese jokes, and crude macho-Cambodian jokes as well, and an invitation to Karaoke room 154 at the nightclub (personal invite for my colleagues and I from the owner), but I can't remember them. We graciously thanked them, but passed. A bar full of foreigners and no sake awaited for us back on St. 278.
Good business meeting though. We can now film an environmental documentary on life along the Mekong River and I've been invited to the Vice Chairman's hotel and Casino along the border. I may take him up on the offer since it has a pool.
Ah cross-cultural business negotiations... Mom, as a cross-cultural counselor, keep doing your job please.
On a semi-related note, they knew what Irish Car Bombs were and explained what a Sake bomb was. Having had my bomb and sake education on one occasion during Diana's birthday in O'Neil (Notre Dame boy's dorm) and at Mikada's (I think that was the name of that sketchy South Bend restaurant infamous to all college freshmen ? ), I was a pro.
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