Something I Forgot and the Nightlife

I forgot to mention in the last post that I also went to the Sichuan Science and Technology Museum. I was hoping for something like MOSI and got something like a collection of 9th grade science projects. The newest thing in there was from about 1992 and about half of the exhibits were shut down. We ended up having a blast inside though just making fun of how terrible the museum was - absolutely worth my $2 US.

Next, I really need to mention the nightlife in Chengdu. The bar scene I've only scraped the surface of here but I have become an absolute club rat in the last 2 weeks. Let me give you the rundown of what its like...
You walk in and it has the look, sound and feel of any old regular club back in the states. However, they have performances on stages here to keep people entertained. So far I've seen a couple of locally famous singers and some pretty good breakdance moves. I found out that they think breakdancing is an American thing to do - like playing baseball or eating apple pie. Also, they don't just go up to the bar and order a drink, sip on it, etc. The usual consists of a handle of Chivas or Jack Daniels and about 8 bottles of tea. Mix them in a big glass they give you and take shot after shot for a couple of hours. I've realized that the Chinese make them very, very weak. I've realized this because the Chinese love to take shots with Westerners and give them free booze. In fact, we're off to a place tonight that is offering me and 20 other international students from SWUFE (where I'm studying) a couple of free bottles tonight because having Westerners in the bar raises the status of the club. It really is that ridiculous.

Aside from the clubs we found an awesome Spanish bar run by a guy from Barcelona. Plus, the owner's brother is a travel agent so we'll be getting very familiar with these guys. And my proudest moment came when me and Darrel (another UF student here) found a restaurant in some back alleyway to drink at. That was the best so far. Not any other Meigguo ren (American) in sight. Plus, the kids that were there couldn't stop looking at me because I was white. A 4 year old little boy even said "hello" to me and it was easily the most adorable thing ever. I of course replied with my newly learned "nihao".