Belated Friday
I realized I never did Friday coverage. How slacker-esque of me.
Friday I was up at the crack of 9am for class (attended, took notes and everything) and then went to the grocery store (got nutella, nachos and cheese n' salsa, ate the entire bag of chips in less than 24 hrs). From their the day slowed down a bit- mostly because I took a 4 hour nap. :) Yay for naps!
So the singing contest was Friday evening, and that was pretty much the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. We only went to the floor competition (there were individual and group contests too, but we cared not for these things). Each floor assembled a team and chose what seemed to be somewhere between 1 and 15 song snippets which they performed in costumes, sometimes strung together and acted out like a play, sometimes just sang and danced to. Some were weird, others very amusing, all in Cantonese.
Ali's was hilarious though. Apparently his floormates wanted to embarrass him, but no. He has no shame. He got up with the rest of them, then tried to steal the show by running up to the front and screaming a solo at the top of his lungs in a very steven tyler fashion. Again, in cantonese. After being stopped, he offered to direct the rest of the boys, which he did with flourish, lemme tell ya. We couldn't have been prouder.
After the contest it was goin' out time. I wore the pink top I wore to New Years and Hannah wore by black corset. We were the hotness. We went to Carnegie's in the knick of time to get a pile of $10 Coronas (which in poor planning we later realized only Alli and I were drinking, and 8 was probably more than we needed). There was a ridiculous crowd there, a large group of Scottish Firemen were in town, drunk, dancing on the bar in kilts, and removing their clothes. Not pretty. Not at all. No pictures were taken for this very reason.
There was one young pretty one though (and we were very grateful to see him sans shirt). Hannah and I danced with him and found out he's not really a scot, but an aussie. Go Figure.
From Carnegies we headed to Soho, to this little restaurant called The Peak Cafe. Cheap drinks late in the evening and fairly quiet. The main excitement there was the presence of games. Thus Johannes became the Jenga King.
After Peak, Hannah, her local boy Ken, Michael from Seattle and Alli and I went for kebabs (mmmmmm kebabs. food of the gods.) and then hung at 'club 7' (7-11) for a good long time. Cuz we're awesome like that. And around 4 we called it a night.
Johannes- "It isn't Jenga, man"
-abby-
Friday I was up at the crack of 9am for class (attended, took notes and everything) and then went to the grocery store (got nutella, nachos and cheese n' salsa, ate the entire bag of chips in less than 24 hrs). From their the day slowed down a bit- mostly because I took a 4 hour nap. :) Yay for naps!
So the singing contest was Friday evening, and that was pretty much the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. We only went to the floor competition (there were individual and group contests too, but we cared not for these things). Each floor assembled a team and chose what seemed to be somewhere between 1 and 15 song snippets which they performed in costumes, sometimes strung together and acted out like a play, sometimes just sang and danced to. Some were weird, others very amusing, all in Cantonese.
Ali's was hilarious though. Apparently his floormates wanted to embarrass him, but no. He has no shame. He got up with the rest of them, then tried to steal the show by running up to the front and screaming a solo at the top of his lungs in a very steven tyler fashion. Again, in cantonese. After being stopped, he offered to direct the rest of the boys, which he did with flourish, lemme tell ya. We couldn't have been prouder.
After the contest it was goin' out time. I wore the pink top I wore to New Years and Hannah wore by black corset. We were the hotness. We went to Carnegie's in the knick of time to get a pile of $10 Coronas (which in poor planning we later realized only Alli and I were drinking, and 8 was probably more than we needed). There was a ridiculous crowd there, a large group of Scottish Firemen were in town, drunk, dancing on the bar in kilts, and removing their clothes. Not pretty. Not at all. No pictures were taken for this very reason.
There was one young pretty one though (and we were very grateful to see him sans shirt). Hannah and I danced with him and found out he's not really a scot, but an aussie. Go Figure.
From Carnegies we headed to Soho, to this little restaurant called The Peak Cafe. Cheap drinks late in the evening and fairly quiet. The main excitement there was the presence of games. Thus Johannes became the Jenga King.After Peak, Hannah, her local boy Ken, Michael from Seattle and Alli and I went for kebabs (mmmmmm kebabs. food of the gods.) and then hung at 'club 7' (7-11) for a good long time. Cuz we're awesome like that. And around 4 we called it a night.
Johannes- "It isn't Jenga, man"
-abby-
posted by Abby-Wan Kenobi at 8:24 PM
1 Comments:
Ugh, I still cringe when I hear the noise that Crocodile Dentist makes. If I go to hell, that's what I'll be forced to do for all eternity. Play Crocodile Dentist.
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