Cheer on my Chinese chums

I have a habit I must confess. It usually happens around midnight and involves a couple of drinks, or pitchers. While it always seems like a good idea, when the morning comes around I am never quite so sure.

It starts with a sense of embrace about to take place. I spot someone across the restaurant or bar, make eye contact and decide to pounce. They are usually wearing a languid look as I thrust myself out of my seat and slide across the floor, eyes focused, heart pumping. Then, before words are exchanged, I lift my glass and give a loud ganbei before guzzling down my drink.

I love gate crashing a good old Chinese cheers!