Celebration weekend and my first visitor
The workday on Friday seemed to fly by, which is probably due to the fact that I spent most of the morning letting everyone I've ever met that I had finally been accepted to medical school, and around 5:00 I got a congratulatory text message from Jeff telling me that he was throwing a party for me at his bar to celebrate... I was amazed at the number of recent college graduates there are in Shanghai (most teaching English) that came out of the woodwork with about 6 hours notice at the mere mention of "Beirut tables."
For those of you slightly distanced chronologically from the college crowd, Beirut is a very popular (and often highly competitive) drinking game in the states which involves teams of two throwing ping pong balls across an eight foot table in an attempt to get the balls into your opponent's cups of beer, which are arranged in a "10 pin" formation.
Jeff and I ended up going undefeated all night, and I woke up with a much deserved hangover on Saturday. The celebration continued as I recovered slowly on Saturday and included such celebratory activities as watching Season One of the British version of The Office and... um... ordering pizza. It was way more fun than it sounds.
In the evening I headed to the Moon River Diner and had steak and eggs and then headed to the Bund to meet up with Megan Kahn, one of Miguel's coworkers at the consulting firm he works for in Boston. After a delicious, but ridiculously expensive Mango Mojito at Bar Rouge, we made our way to I Love Shanghai and had a couple more cocktails before heading home early.
Ahh... that's a lie. I just said it 'cause it sounded responsible... Megan headed back to her suite at the Marriot around 1:30, my night turned into poor decision Saturday, which I realized around 4:30 am when I found myself sitting in an absolute pit of a bar called Windows Scoreboard, debating the merits of French Fries versus Onion Rings with Jeff. We'll just call that the low point of Sunday instead, which works, because Sunday was awesome!
I inexplicably felt (and looked) semi-human when I woke up at 9:30 with 4 hours of sleep under my belt and took a cab over to the Bund to meet up with my tour guinea pig, Megan "very understanding of her tour guide's utter lack of knowledge of the city he lives in" Kahn.
The day turned into a shopping adventure, punctuated with a great meal at a Uigher (ethnic minority) restaurant for lunch and occasional factoids pulled from Frommer's Guide to Shanghai. Eventually we found ourselves in "Old Town", a section of the city I had never even heard, and picked our way past some of the most garish faux-Chinese architecture (that's right, faux-Chinese, just imagine how bad that is) to discover a great antique market where we picked up some gifts and I made the purchase of my life, a little something that will be with me for the rest of my life. When I figure out a name for it, I'll let everyone know, and post a picture. Until then, consider this a little suspense, you know, something to keep the readers interested... make it a little more real.
By the way, did I mention I got into med school??
For those of you slightly distanced chronologically from the college crowd, Beirut is a very popular (and often highly competitive) drinking game in the states which involves teams of two throwing ping pong balls across an eight foot table in an attempt to get the balls into your opponent's cups of beer, which are arranged in a "10 pin" formation.
Jeff and I ended up going undefeated all night, and I woke up with a much deserved hangover on Saturday. The celebration continued as I recovered slowly on Saturday and included such celebratory activities as watching Season One of the British version of The Office and... um... ordering pizza. It was way more fun than it sounds.
In the evening I headed to the Moon River Diner and had steak and eggs and then headed to the Bund to meet up with Megan Kahn, one of Miguel's coworkers at the consulting firm he works for in Boston. After a delicious, but ridiculously expensive Mango Mojito at Bar Rouge, we made our way to I Love Shanghai and had a couple more cocktails before heading home early.
Ahh... that's a lie. I just said it 'cause it sounded responsible... Megan headed back to her suite at the Marriot around 1:30, my night turned into poor decision Saturday, which I realized around 4:30 am when I found myself sitting in an absolute pit of a bar called Windows Scoreboard, debating the merits of French Fries versus Onion Rings with Jeff. We'll just call that the low point of Sunday instead, which works, because Sunday was awesome!
I inexplicably felt (and looked) semi-human when I woke up at 9:30 with 4 hours of sleep under my belt and took a cab over to the Bund to meet up with my tour guinea pig, Megan "very understanding of her tour guide's utter lack of knowledge of the city he lives in" Kahn.
The day turned into a shopping adventure, punctuated with a great meal at a Uigher (ethnic minority) restaurant for lunch and occasional factoids pulled from Frommer's Guide to Shanghai. Eventually we found ourselves in "Old Town", a section of the city I had never even heard, and picked our way past some of the most garish faux-Chinese architecture (that's right, faux-Chinese, just imagine how bad that is) to discover a great antique market where we picked up some gifts and I made the purchase of my life, a little something that will be with me for the rest of my life. When I figure out a name for it, I'll let everyone know, and post a picture. Until then, consider this a little suspense, you know, something to keep the readers interested... make it a little more real.
By the way, did I mention I got into med school??
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