my night on my own

So last night (Thursday) we decided we'd go out because none of us had any morning classes on Friday. We went to one club, but the drinks were outrageously priced (cheap American prices) and we would have none of it, so we hopped in 3 different cabs (it was our group of 6 and a lot of Canadians).

When we arrived I noticed that the cab full of the union kids never made it, I figured they were lost but would eventually find there way in. I was wrong, they did get lost, but gave up and went home without me. Not that this is a big deal, but this was my first night out truly by myself. Beers were about 20 yuan, which works out to almost $2.50 for a beer. Good enough.

The music was all American, but the clientele was abundantly shanghainese. For those of you who don’t know yet, Shanghai has it’s own dialect of Chinese that is completely different from mandarin. In short, I can’t speak to anyone. So I wander outside with my beer, and I meet this kid from Sweden. Real nice guy, loves the house. We are chatting about anything and everything until we are accosted by 2 beautiful women who ask us “Amno ma?” (Translation: would you like a massage, I have sex for money). We shooed them away with pity. I wish I could make a lot of money some day and help these women get out of this business, its horrible to see. But such is life.

The Swede, myself, and his friends decide to go back in to the bar. I started dancing with this one girl with an amazing body, but as I look at the picture today, it was a good thing the lights were dim, because I may have actually found medusa. Seriously. It was bad. So eventually I moved along, and found another girl who was German, but born in China. Lucky for me she spoke English, German and Chinese fluently. This girl was much prettier. We ended up hanging out for an hour until she started smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke in my face. It was about 5AM at that point anyway, so I excused myself and hailed a cab back to the dorm.
I can now say that I can get around the city without any problem as long as I know where I want to go. My Chinese is very broken, but I know enough key words to now ask informed questions from cab drivers, shop owners and waitresses. Now if I could only read the damn menus.

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