And the wild ride continued all weekend... (Part 1)
Before I begin this installment I must apologize for an egregious lapse in my narrative... on Wednesday night I met up with Vihn, Larry, Justin, Nellie, Alice, Ling, etc (15 people in all) at Tairyo Teppanyaki for the "150 RMB All-you-can-eat, All-you-can-drink" dinner special. Teppanyaki is basically one of those restaurants where the cook stands behind a huge flat iron grill and cooks your food in front of you to order... except this place also had fresh sashimi, plum wine, saki, and a really extensive menu... all for less than $20 a person. It was awesome.
Now back to the crazy weekend...
After the visa adventures on Friday I was really excited about the weekend plans to relax by day and head to some college-esque theme parties at night. Things started out according to plan as I met up with a large group of Brits, Aussies, Kiwis and "people from other countries with accents that basically sound the same to me, but who get offended when I can't correctly identify their exact hometown in the North of Ireland from their tone and inflection." Anyway, I'd feel worse about it if I had the first clue about what the f*ck the Scottish guys were saying to me after they've had a couple beers and regressed into some obscure highland dialect. But I digress. We all met up at Blue Frog, had a couple of happy hour drinks and headed off to Keith's sweet apartment out near the Bund for his (roughly) monthly bar-b-que.
After enjoying some free booze and Thai/Indian food I grabbed a cab and headed for I Love Shanghai... at which point I realized that I no longer was in possession of my keys! Yeah, it was as bad as you're imagining. Long story short, I ended up sleeping on a couch at the bar until 4:45 am when Jeff closed the place down and we headed to the City Diner for some super late night eats (and to watch guys get picked up by hookers that definitely didn't make the A, B or C teams.) Around 6:30 I finally got back to my building armed with a note written in Chinese for me by Chrissy explaining that I had lost my keys and needed to be let into my apartment. The note and my broken Chinese produced blank looks and furrowed eyebrows, respectively, but in no way conveyed my current dilemma. Fortunately, Jeff hadn't gone to sleep yet and about 20 minutes of passing my cell phone back and forth to the guards with Jeff translating got them to call the landlord for me at 7:30 am. I finally got back into my apartment around 8:00 am and managed to get my Rush Medical College application in before the noon deadline, at which point I promptly passed out on my couch.
(continued in Part 2)
Now back to the crazy weekend...
After the visa adventures on Friday I was really excited about the weekend plans to relax by day and head to some college-esque theme parties at night. Things started out according to plan as I met up with a large group of Brits, Aussies, Kiwis and "people from other countries with accents that basically sound the same to me, but who get offended when I can't correctly identify their exact hometown in the North of Ireland from their tone and inflection." Anyway, I'd feel worse about it if I had the first clue about what the f*ck the Scottish guys were saying to me after they've had a couple beers and regressed into some obscure highland dialect. But I digress. We all met up at Blue Frog, had a couple of happy hour drinks and headed off to Keith's sweet apartment out near the Bund for his (roughly) monthly bar-b-que.
After enjoying some free booze and Thai/Indian food I grabbed a cab and headed for I Love Shanghai... at which point I realized that I no longer was in possession of my keys! Yeah, it was as bad as you're imagining. Long story short, I ended up sleeping on a couch at the bar until 4:45 am when Jeff closed the place down and we headed to the City Diner for some super late night eats (and to watch guys get picked up by hookers that definitely didn't make the A, B or C teams.) Around 6:30 I finally got back to my building armed with a note written in Chinese for me by Chrissy explaining that I had lost my keys and needed to be let into my apartment. The note and my broken Chinese produced blank looks and furrowed eyebrows, respectively, but in no way conveyed my current dilemma. Fortunately, Jeff hadn't gone to sleep yet and about 20 minutes of passing my cell phone back and forth to the guards with Jeff translating got them to call the landlord for me at 7:30 am. I finally got back into my apartment around 8:00 am and managed to get my Rush Medical College application in before the noon deadline, at which point I promptly passed out on my couch.
(continued in Part 2)
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