Guantanamera

Some days Mongolia, some days

Monday I get into the office, end up fussing with my USB for waaaay too long before discovering that it is unusable

Nomi drops by my desk, "So you know about lunch?"

:Blank stare:

"Yeah, to celebrate how well the membership event went all the staff are going to lunch at this Cuban restaurant. And then we'll probably just go home"

Oh, ok then?!

So we work for a bit...and it's almost 2 but no one's left yet...and then, boom, we all head out to pile into taxis

We end up in a location just down the road from where I lived in 2007 and 2011...right off the bridge where that drunk guy got hit by a car trying to follow me across. Memories!

But yes, right there is a little Cuban restaurant called Guantanamera that boasts quite a robust menu and makes mojitos.
To cut the story short, there were two rounds of mojitos. Most got a third (I abstained). I had a delicious, delicious meal of beef in a creole sauce, with brown rice and carrots and pumpkin...sooo good.



Four hours later... it's almost 7, and we're trying to decide our next step. I'm just trying to catch a taxi heading back to Peace Avenue. Oyunaa suggests going to Zaisan memorial, but it's too windy. Instead, we go to my co-workers house, where we eat leftover homemade pizza, split two bottles of wine, and have a dance party (including the song "guantanamera", some JLo, some backstreet boys, and some camerton)



Camerton, the Mongolian boy band of the 90s

Rumor has it that the Backstreet Boys might still be doing a concert in June....we'll see

In any case, after a not-working work day, my coworkers put me in a taxi and I headed home. I really, really hate taking taxis by myself, but this was one of the more pleasant experiences- we chatted about his home aimag and the changes in the city, and he complemented my Mongolian and didn't overcharge me.

A few days later, we're all humming "Guantanamera" around the office...
Crazy days, fun times.