Unlike most “foreigners” in China, I look a lot like a local, so I often over hear westerners talking in bars or cafes and they assume the people close by (me) can’t really follow their conversation. So sometimes it’s a foreigner trying to impress a Chinese girl and sometimes, it’s a comment about me that they think I won’t pick up on. I suppose it’s the equivalent of some Chinese people going to Germany and speaking Chinese assuming all the Germans don’t know what they’re saying.
Anyway, last night I was having a grand old time with 3 friends at Vault Bar (attached to Laris). Thursday is the best night of the week – two for one Martini cocktails all night, and as a result, there isn’t room to swing a cat in there after midnight. In fact, I think that’s why the Martinis are two for one. Almost all of us spilled half our drinks on the floor (those triangular cocktail glasses are impossible to hold without spilling when they’re full of Martini and the place is packed).
Role reversal – I said to the waitress “you be the photographer, I’ll open the bottle” and I think she did as good a job with the camera as I did with the bottle.
We then moved to Velvet Lounge which was much less crowded and we even managed to get a sofa. On the next table were 3 western men who kept looking over at my 3 friends and although the music was loud, I heard one of them say “he’s a lucky guy”. In fact, my 3 friends heard it too and started giggling.
Oh well, it could have been worse. At least they didn’t say “look at that guy in the ridiculous glasses trying desperately to cling on to his youth”. Well, perhaps they did later, but I stopped listening after the lucky guy comment!