Ummm.... WOW
I am truly amazed sometimes at the extremes the human body can bounce back from. Feeling a little under the weather still from a lingering cold I did the responsible thing and stayed in Friday night, working on the last of my med school applications and watching the end of Season 3 of Scrubs. I then undid any progress my body may have made on Friday by going out Saturday. The term "going out" is about as inaccurate a descriptor as saying "Viruses are bad." It's a spectrum, with the common cold on one end and say, the Ebola Virus on the other. Well, Saturday night, I had an "Ebola" experience "going out."
The night started out pretty tame as I met Justin, Nellie and Ling for dinner and drinks at a restaurant called Indalo that none of us had ever tried but that came highly recommended and claimed to serve "Authentic Portuguese and Spanish Tapas." The food was outstanding (if overpriced) and as far as I could tell, fairly authentic. The higher than normal price for the food was offset by very reasonable prices across the board for bottles of wine and we shared two with dinner. Vihn met up with us as we were leaving for I Love Shanghai, and "100 RMB All You Can Drink" Saturday night. It also happened to be the welcome home party for one of Jeff's friends, Clem, and the birthday of two others... which were, oddly enough, celebrated sequentially. Long story short, around 6:00 am I was woken up from a very brief nap (my last picture was time-stamped 5:35 am) by Mike calling me and asking if I could pick up his friend at the Marriot on my way to the tailgate party for the NotreDame-Penn and Texas-Ohio State games. Unfortunately, the owner, Jeff, was also out cold and the gate was down, blocking the front door. Shaking and yelling proved ineffective, but the tried and true "cold water splashed on the face" did the trick and I grabbed an rough, early morning taxi ride back from the Bund to my apartment.
After pausing to stare longingly at my bed, I grabbed the Mr. and Mrs. T's Bloody Mary Mix that I had scored at the City Shop (last bottle in stock) earlier last week and left to pick up Danny, another Purdue alumni who was visiting Mike and Beth while he was here on business. We eventually showed up at their apartment at 7:30, just in time to see Penn state slaughtered, and mix up a bloody mary before the Ohio State game started live. A pretty impressive crowd ended up arriving by 9:00 am and before I took a short nap at half time we collectively realized that we had alumni from 9 of the 11 Big Ten schools present (missing only Iowa and Northwestern.) The rest of the afternoon and evening yesterday were spent nursing a mean hangover between naps.
Seriously though, Mom, and other concerned relatives, I don't drink that much, and I promise to start writing more about my cultural experiences and less about my (infrequent) bar adventures.
The night started out pretty tame as I met Justin, Nellie and Ling for dinner and drinks at a restaurant called Indalo that none of us had ever tried but that came highly recommended and claimed to serve "Authentic Portuguese and Spanish Tapas." The food was outstanding (if overpriced) and as far as I could tell, fairly authentic. The higher than normal price for the food was offset by very reasonable prices across the board for bottles of wine and we shared two with dinner. Vihn met up with us as we were leaving for I Love Shanghai, and "100 RMB All You Can Drink" Saturday night. It also happened to be the welcome home party for one of Jeff's friends, Clem, and the birthday of two others... which were, oddly enough, celebrated sequentially. Long story short, around 6:00 am I was woken up from a very brief nap (my last picture was time-stamped 5:35 am) by Mike calling me and asking if I could pick up his friend at the Marriot on my way to the tailgate party for the NotreDame-Penn and Texas-Ohio State games. Unfortunately, the owner, Jeff, was also out cold and the gate was down, blocking the front door. Shaking and yelling proved ineffective, but the tried and true "cold water splashed on the face" did the trick and I grabbed an rough, early morning taxi ride back from the Bund to my apartment.
After pausing to stare longingly at my bed, I grabbed the Mr. and Mrs. T's Bloody Mary Mix that I had scored at the City Shop (last bottle in stock) earlier last week and left to pick up Danny, another Purdue alumni who was visiting Mike and Beth while he was here on business. We eventually showed up at their apartment at 7:30, just in time to see Penn state slaughtered, and mix up a bloody mary before the Ohio State game started live. A pretty impressive crowd ended up arriving by 9:00 am and before I took a short nap at half time we collectively realized that we had alumni from 9 of the 11 Big Ten schools present (missing only Iowa and Northwestern.) The rest of the afternoon and evening yesterday were spent nursing a mean hangover between naps.
Seriously though, Mom, and other concerned relatives, I don't drink that much, and I promise to start writing more about my cultural experiences and less about my (infrequent) bar adventures.
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