See that red blotch between my eyes? That's a shrapnel wound from a pebble or nail or something kicked up by firecrackers we lit off in front of my folks' house in Xisi on CNY Eve. I've gotten lucky with wounds like that: When I was five, playing cowboys and Indians with my brother John (then seven), I took an arrow from his Sioux Warrior playset bow--a wooden arrow that had lost its suction cup--in just about the same spot. Dad snapped that little bow right in half he was so pissed off. I still owe John a million dollars, though, because just days before I'd I bet him that sum that the word "Sioux" wasn't pronounced "Sue."
Injury and crushing debt aside, CNY in Beijing was amazing this year. I drove from Xisi out to the northern 'burbs where the in-laws live, arriving just about midnight, and the whole city was lit up. Anyone got a good link to the eye injury tally for the night?