Last night was our farewell party with our Chinese friends. After a somewhat edible Chinese dinner we headed to KTV to sing out our hearts content, along with our professor and a couple bottles of vodka. The last time we went to KTV it was the thirteen of us, Eamon, and one Chinese person, Lisa. We only sang American songs. I looked around the room and saw our group completely integrated with about ten close Chinese friends. They were singing Chinese songs and we were loving it. My, how we have grown! I think it was more emotional for the rest of the group than me since they are all peacing out of this country as fast as they can, while I made my decision to stay in Chengdu for the better part of the Summer. I opted for this over Shanghai because I realized that while I am not in Wenjiang I quite enjoy Chengdu, and besides why would I leave all the wonderful friends that I have made and helped me out here? Also it will be nice to have some friendly faces carry me home from the clubs on my 21 run.
The last week and a half has been kind of a whirl wind of planning, packing, contracting the stomach flu, and passing my finals. Can I reiterate again how weird it is that I am already done with school? I only had class for seven weeks, and as much as it kind of sucked at times it was honestly pretty awesome. I am not going to miss my dorm room, or the SWUFE campus in Wenjiang or really anything else in this area except for being able to see all my lovely Chinese friends all the time! We had a lot of lasts today. Last time walking and listening to the must play between classes, one last meal at the meat locker, and the last time having a great wall party in our dorms. So many memories in the past eight weeks, and I think we have all adapted pretty well and come a long way. Ish.
Two weekends ago we hit up the clubs (as usual) for a long night of drinking (for free), showing the locals how to dance and seeing odd things that are typical with Chinese nightlife. Oh, before I progress with my story I would like to share a little about the clubs/bars in Chengdu. First there are the authentic Chinese clubs, like Muse, Emperor,etc. These clubs are huge, 99.8% Chinese locals only, and absolutely insane. Other clubs and bars like Shamrock, Jellyfish, Paname are mainly places for foreigners. These are broken down into 70% Eurotrash, 15% American, and 15% Chinese who are trying to either be a foreigner or get one. I like both the same and we usually hit up both. We have taken a liking to Shamrock, which we usually drink for free since the Owner and Manager love us (okay and we are always there and bring in pretty good business).
Anyway we headed to Muse around 3:30 to finish the night with some crazy Chinese dancing. Me Brett, Dan and Dayton got tired around 4:30 and waited outside for the rest of the group to stumble out. We were enjoying hanging out and talking when some Chinese drunkenly stumbled out and talked to us. We were bsing with them and saying the little Chinese we knew. They laughed and babbled and told us they loved us. But they looked different. And they were, they were actually Tibetan! We said hello to them in Tibet and they got stoked. They started to get really loud and rowdy. We didn't really think a lot of this because being in the Southwestern Provence of China we are pretty close to Chengdu and there are places here with more Tibetans than Han Chinese. We joined in with them. Dan started chanting "Dalai Lammaaa!!!" So we all joined. Then One Tibetan guy started saying "Yess TIBET! Fuck CHINA!!" We were chanting yes in Chinese just not thinking about the really bad tensions between the two. Ooops.
Then the fight started. And that pretty much sums up the rest of our times at the clubs. We went to Shamrock a couple more times. I got hustled by the owner and manager to make drinks all summer, had some crazy times with some crazy rugby boys and as usual, we ended it with some late night grub at mcdonalds (goodbye China weight loss). We are making the country fat.
Anyway, Sunday night we decided to make dinner for Winnie, Joanna and Spring since they had taught us how to make dumplings, been completely hospitable and had already made us dinner three times. Me being the master Chef, and Colette, Shoji, Audra, and Ana helping wiht everyone else. I made some bomb pasta that everyone loves and some greek salad. Shoji was shocked at how good a cook I was, and was even more surprised that I made my own salad dressing. We also made some delicious mac and cheese shipped in from Japan. oohhhhhhh that mac was so good. It made me think of Taylor and how we eat our mac with forks. We are not spoon people, damn it. Of course Winnie doesn't have forks so we had to eat with chopsticks. Such a crime.
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