There are pool tables everywhere...some chinese locals are playing in the front half of the room...evidently not part of our tournament.... we make our way to the back.... Noone has brought their wives, so i am again the only female in a sea of about 20 men..... ah.... my life.....about 15 mins later everyone is here...the teams are formed, and the tournament begins....I walk around for a bit taking pics...
then spent the rest of the time sitting on a stool watching.....
Few of my coworkers are out..having lost all their games...so we make our way to Brooklyn...The owner is Chinese but born and raised in Chicago...this is definitely the hang out spot of expats as it's all about American food....authentic food... pizza, buffalo wings.... even diet coke.....ahh.... heaven.... we dig in....There's an Irish guy there with a bagpipe...did he bring it with him or it is always in the bar? We get a rendition of the French national anthem..... The rest of the crew has arrived and swarm in on the pizza..... yeah...let's get 2 more...and more wings.....
What's the party plan? Alice's..then Suzie Wong.....
I can't tell the difference between an American party city and China right now, as they are all the same.... there is no cover charge...There's two high tables at each end of the club, each with a pole dancer.... doesn't look hard what they are doing...maybe i should take a try at the pole.... We are on the dance floor now..rather the stage...it's all hip hop and club music...and these chinese people can't dance to save their lives...rhythm? i don't think they know what that is..... This brave likkle chiny man makes his way ova to me and start dancing... poor thing trying to follow mi steps but when mi go to the right him going to the left. i think him trying to get me to slow dung and wait fi him... Now im whispa in mi ears.. 'Tippy Toe'... i guess im on his tippy toes to try and equalize the height difference...DWL...The 'hype' crew...a guy and a girl are on the stage with mikes....chanting over the rythm....put your hands in the air...or whatever they think is the happening phrase....Everyone wants to be american..... Now there's actually more hype people on stage...one plays a fake guitar...and the others are actually singing....definitely different..... Wait deh... Sean Paul? Gimme way.... mek me show dem how fi dance....Mi and mi Irish coworker tek ova de dance floor....Dat's it? one reggae?.... alright...we leaving to the next spot...One Irish guy stop me to say hello...uummmmh.... Outside while we wait fi the driva fi come round, another guy comes up to me, poses with me, so him friend can take him picture... He might be french..not sure...as the English was a challenge....
Suzie Wong.... nice..... nuff foreigners...actually, bout 90% foreigners...more chinese women then men... some might be 'working girls'.... And yes, finally buck some Africans...are they ever not anywhere? Seems to be a lot of little kids too... wealthy Arabian kids...i guess there to experience the culture.... Russian folks as well... i think this club is expat heaven....Music is good... nuff hip hop...some reggae....not really brand new...eg...Beenie man..'Rory..and him whoring sista Naomi'..nuff mixing...and mi just realize...nothing chinese playing.... To get a booth, we need to buy a case of beer...hot nonethelesss..... mi Irish coworkers couldn't care less.... so we have our booth....
One of the Arabian kids mek im way ova to me, and start dance... deodarant evidently not in his repertoire.... 5 mins later, mi still a try get way from him...im manage to whispa to me...'you have any weed'?... still trying to understnad whey dem came from..... One of de Africans tap me on mi shoulder...where u from? Mi tell him Jamaica..and him tell me which part a Africa him from...like mi care.... And im tell mi him name...ask mi if mi memba.... One Sean Paul looking one complete with the braids a rope in a chiny girl pon the couch...now he is approaching me.... do you speak French? Thinking he needs a translator to close his deal, i was about to get my Irish coworker, but then he continues in English, asking if i can braid his hair? and if i can't, do i know anyone who can? Tells me he is from Madagascar...so why the hell u come wid u hair braided if you nuh know how you goign to keep it up? And wha mek im think mi interested ina de job???
At the bar, this expat finally land a chinese working girl fi de night... She a try hook up her friend with his friend, but the friend, very plain looking in jeans and tshirt..not having any of it... the guy a play wid her hair...next thing she and her friend went away and came back...hair all pinned up...DWL...dude, u might as well stap try, cause u nah get none tonight....dwl...
Some a wi crew gone, and mi a drop asleep now...when is the rest going to be ready? Finally... man...can someone lift me up and take me to the car?...the club is in a hotel, so on mi way out mi prips Max Mara.. HEEELLLOO... i have got to come back to shop....Turns out, we were in the Dalian New World Tower Shopping Center....
This has got to be the longest ride home ever... mi tiyad so till mi can't even move....but man, i had a great time!....
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