June 9th: Nantong debauchery: buffet and Babyface
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 266
Had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, then rode back to the experimental school, practiced piano for a couple hours, tried to beef up the falsetto parts of "Jilted" and "Ultraviolet for the Mole" and the extended end note of "Quicksand."
After a shower, I headed back to the middle school, the sun I had wanted to soak in once again took a cloudy sabbatical. At 5:30, Heather and I unknowingly took the slow bus to Nantong, which got us there later than if we had taken the 6:00 bus. Aggravation. We met Erin and Matt at the hotel, gorged on the buffet: sushi, borscht, salad, beef tenderloins, shrimp with jelly, garlic toast, capers, and unlimited BBoss.
After we settled the check I went upstairs to play their piano (which every hotel should have) and found it tinny and ghetto despite its grand housing. I couldn't even finish "Novelty Rush" it was so out of tune. We went back to Matt's, the over to Ben's (who had AC) finished the Remy Silver, watched Asia Pacific and slaughtered mosquitos wholesale with the electric racquet.
Then on to Babyface, the new club in Nantong. A red carpet (of astroturf) and six bowing ladies dressed like princesses preceded the entrance. Inside, a very cool interior on par with clubs in America: two-floored darkness intercut with bold monoliths of red and blue light, a scrolling screen with Chinese characters around the border of the bar area, the bar itself transparent plexiglass, beneath which lay arranged red stones. The bartenders danced Cocktail style twirling bottles and shakers, the barlasses clad in red topped off your glass of beer with mechanized urgency, swinging their hips to the house beat but not exactly keeping time.
Erin danced in front of the DJ booth with a Chinese woman of Amazonian stature, eventually pulling Matt up to do a simulated grind. The dance floor was polluted with chairs and tables pushed to a corner, and dead center of it was a large steel pole that a dancer slid up and around at different intervals, pushing the boundaries of sexiness without ever really being effective. We finished up there, went to City Hunter so Matt could bid adieu to his fellow Westerner teaching clan.
Once inside City Hunter, things got nuttier. Matt and I initiated a shirts-off club, I gave a lapdance to Human League's "Don't You Want Me," and both Matt and myself humped a stuffed bear outside of a restaurant, which I "stole" and hid in the upper floor of the pub. The doorman from the restaurant came in to reclaim it, muttering "sorry, sorry" at me. I would have gotten my ass kicked in America for such a stunt, in China the victim apologized to ME.
Things were reaching their end and Heather and I caught a cab back to Haimen. The need to urinate kept me conscious, and once that was remedied, slumber overtook me.
Had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, then rode back to the experimental school, practiced piano for a couple hours, tried to beef up the falsetto parts of "Jilted" and "Ultraviolet for the Mole" and the extended end note of "Quicksand."
After a shower, I headed back to the middle school, the sun I had wanted to soak in once again took a cloudy sabbatical. At 5:30, Heather and I unknowingly took the slow bus to Nantong, which got us there later than if we had taken the 6:00 bus. Aggravation. We met Erin and Matt at the hotel, gorged on the buffet: sushi, borscht, salad, beef tenderloins, shrimp with jelly, garlic toast, capers, and unlimited BBoss.
After we settled the check I went upstairs to play their piano (which every hotel should have) and found it tinny and ghetto despite its grand housing. I couldn't even finish "Novelty Rush" it was so out of tune. We went back to Matt's, the over to Ben's (who had AC) finished the Remy Silver, watched Asia Pacific and slaughtered mosquitos wholesale with the electric racquet.
Then on to Babyface, the new club in Nantong. A red carpet (of astroturf) and six bowing ladies dressed like princesses preceded the entrance. Inside, a very cool interior on par with clubs in America: two-floored darkness intercut with bold monoliths of red and blue light, a scrolling screen with Chinese characters around the border of the bar area, the bar itself transparent plexiglass, beneath which lay arranged red stones. The bartenders danced Cocktail style twirling bottles and shakers, the barlasses clad in red topped off your glass of beer with mechanized urgency, swinging their hips to the house beat but not exactly keeping time.
Erin danced in front of the DJ booth with a Chinese woman of Amazonian stature, eventually pulling Matt up to do a simulated grind. The dance floor was polluted with chairs and tables pushed to a corner, and dead center of it was a large steel pole that a dancer slid up and around at different intervals, pushing the boundaries of sexiness without ever really being effective. We finished up there, went to City Hunter so Matt could bid adieu to his fellow Westerner teaching clan.
Once inside City Hunter, things got nuttier. Matt and I initiated a shirts-off club, I gave a lapdance to Human League's "Don't You Want Me," and both Matt and myself humped a stuffed bear outside of a restaurant, which I "stole" and hid in the upper floor of the pub. The doorman from the restaurant came in to reclaim it, muttering "sorry, sorry" at me. I would have gotten my ass kicked in America for such a stunt, in China the victim apologized to ME.
Things were reaching their end and Heather and I caught a cab back to Haimen. The need to urinate kept me conscious, and once that was remedied, slumber overtook me.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 6/09/2005 07:16:00 PM ]
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