We head back to
the hotel and open up the bottle of liquor and toast to the future. After
taking the first drink I would guess that this was China’s twist on gin, not
that I’m complaining. After a couple drinks we were interrupted by someone
walking into the room. It was one of the attendants from the hotel with a very
tall dark skinned gentleman behind him. He shows the man into the room and
leaves afterwards. John and I were definitely displeased with the fact that
someone just walked into the room without as much as a knock on the door. The gentleman
quickly introduces himself as Nelson. Apparently he is supposed to share the
room with us, and we were supposed to have already been informed of his
arrival. John and I exchange confused glances, shrug it off, and invite Nelson
to a drink. We introduce ourselves to Nelson, and lo and behold Nelson is also
from South Africa…… I’m beginning to pick up a pattern here. Nelson had just
recently arrived in Chengdu that morning. His plane landed in Beijing and he
rode the train all the way to Chengdu, which was a 7 hour trip. Needless to say
he appreciated the drink waiting for him when he arrived. More small talk goes
by, the sun goes down, and we decide to head back out to a nightclub.
Our arrival at
Bar Street was a smooth and easy transition, since we didn’t have a big party
to worry about this time through. We decide to enjoy the same night club as the
night before. “Why not? It was a place we are already familiar with and John
already knows one of the workers there, so why try to fix something that isn’t
broke?” The club hasn’t changed since the night before. It still had its upbeat
tempo, crowd of people high off of the vibe, and overpriced import beers. The
difference tonight was that a random couple had invited us to join their table
to drink with them. Evidently they had already ordered their drinks, which was
a whole bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label. They had several glasses ready for
us and a pitcher in the middle of the table so they could mix their bottle of
JW with tea to their preference. Well I didn’t want to just leech off of their
drinks so I ordered a couple of beers for the table to help contribute. We
drank, had fun, and were being merry. The couple decided to head in early for
the night and left us with their unfinished JW, which was about a half full
bottle. That was very generous of them. So of course we helped ourselves to
their gracious gift. At this point we were feeling great and having a good
time. I even got on the dance floor and shook a tail feather or two; which
brought me about a lot of praise and attention. As soon as I got off the dance
floor people kept walking up to our table and wanted to cheers us. This
definitely speeds up the drinking process for the night. We were invited to
drink with another table. This time it was two girls and one guy that invited
us. They already had a table full of beers, because they were celebrating one
of the girl’s birthday. The birthday girl and the guy were together and the
other girl was her best friend that came to celebrate with her. Unfortunately
not one of them spoke English, but at this point it truly didn’t matter. We
were already getting faded, and we didn’t care. Being on the dance floor
apparently brought more attention to me than I thought, because the birthday
girl’s friend wanted to dance with me. No homo, but the two guys with me were
better looking and in better shape than me. That’s when I realized that I have
seen this girl before. While I was on the dance floor she was watching me from
across the room. John then tells me that she has wanted to dance with me and
she was the one who had invited us to the table. I know John has some knowledge
of the Chinese language but not this much. Then I see him use his phone to help
translate what he is saying. Of course that’s when everything makes sense, but
I digress. Of course I didn’t turn her down and we go dance on the floor. The
night grows long and we grow weary, and at this point it was dying down in the
club. Due to miscommunication between the three of us we walked out at
different times and during the confusion I didn’t even get a chance to ask the
girl her number let alone her name. After regrouping we head back to the room
for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a long and weary day for me.
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