tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492375044556905374.post-45312785047838239732009-02-18T22:51:00.000-08:002009-02-18T23:25:10.933-08:00As a way to get to know some of my new fellow IUPers and to show off my pimp house I threw myself a housewarming party last weekend. Unfortunately, because I'm semi-retarded, I didn't double check the date ahead of time and somehow ended up having it on Valentines Day. Buh-Arf. it's not that I don't like that vile "happy remember you're single" holiday, it's just that people in China (and maybe also the world, but here especially) have this incredible propensity for the kind of relationshippy gooeyness that makes me throw up in my mouth. After spending the morning at my sisters place, stealing her hard liquor (that she never drinks) and hanging out, I took a very hungover cab ride back to mi casa and watched with disdain as millions (no, really... MILLIONS) of couples donned matching outfits, held hands, made out, frolicked, and bought their significant others giant unnaturally colored teddy bears (green, blue, pink... you name it). <br /><br />The party itself was pretty successful and made me realize how much I love China, enjoy my China buddies, and that I am a lush? (oh wait, I already knew that one). I got 70 <span style="font-style:italic;">dapings</span> (contains just less than 2 bottles worth of beer) hand delivered to my apartment (I love China), and appreciated with much glee the extra bottles that almost every guest brought with them (I am a lush). As people trickled in and took off their shoes (I love China, and my China buddies), good conversation and cheap beer flowed with ease from about 9 until 1am. When the last few guests trickled out I gaped at my watch, apparently appalled at the early hour (what was I thinking?) and forced one of my IUP buddies to go grab a post party drink with me, thankfully very little arm twisting was necessary. <br /><br />***<br /><br />Last night, yes a school night, I schlepped my unemployed self to my very first Networking Shmooze-fest Happy Hour Extravaganza. Of course my sister, being the overachieving alpha female that she is, played a role in organizing the so called "Inter-University Happy Hour", and so I arrived alone and a little later than the initial "straight from the office" crowd. As per my sisters instructions I dressed "like I had a job" wearing some fancypants (aka slacks) and a grey tank top and the tallest heals I could stand in. Oh yes, and my very naughty schoolgirl glasses. Fabulous. <br /><br />Upon paying 100RMB (roughly $15) I greeted the open bar with loving eyes and an unquenchable thirst. Thankfully my sister took the leadership role in introducing me to dozens of new people (NEW FRIENDS!) who either didn't recognize me with my glasses on, or thought I had a job (SCORE!). It was sort of refreshing how generally good looking the crowd was and how nice people were (is it because I'm mini-Montuori?). Lots of wonderful conversations and 5 glasses of wine later I stumbled out and eventually home. Luckily, this time, I left the event unscathed, without making an ass of myself (unlike this one guy, I did NOT bring a pet parrot on a chain to the bar... though I seriously contemplated petting it) and proud of my determination to still go to class this morning.<br /><br />*pats self on the back*<br /><br />Stay tuned for the post-weekend entry about my shenanigan filled friday (more free drinks?????) and Paul Van Dyk concert on Saturday. Photos may also be included.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492375044556905374-4531278504783823973?l=beijingdiaries.blogspot.com'/></div>MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351886926078594429noreply@blogger.com0