Late nights

I have been staying up really late for the last 2 days. Maybe I stayed home too much when Syt was here, but maybe it is just a coincidence of life. A few of us went to a coworkers house after work on Sunday and we had Cola chicken with beer, yellow wine and red wine. We listened to Chinese music and western disco. One of my co-workers got really drunk while another proved that he does not drink. Both were fun and the vibe was perfect with no discontent.

We came back home at around three and my roommate was drinking in the courtyard with Angolans and Namibians. My other friend started freaking out and went to the Internet to try and contact a girl. He did not sleep that night. I started talking to a guy from Angola and we had a wide ranging discussion about development, African-Chinese relations, colonialism and the use of natural resources for growth. At the end he said that we were treading on politics and changed the subject to astronomy saying: "You know what is amazing? The stars and the moon, and how we are tiny beings on a small earth flying fast through space". He was correct of course.

After sleeping many hours and going to work I went out again yesterday with the idea of having a quiet night. We had chicken at a small restaurant with garlic cucumber and a meatball soup. We then went to a local dive bar. The night slowly deteriorated into a modern art play. My friend picked up a girl and eventually left together with her. Around 4 women were hanging around this one guy, at some point using him as a pole for pole dancing. A drunk kept coming over to us, spewing  drunken speeches and gesticulations at us as if we were interested. We watched as the bartender slowly got drunker and drunker stumbling from one room to the next in great debauchery. By the time we left she was puking in the stairs in what seemed to be a very uncomfortable position. We went for BBQ meat and vegetables outside the bar and saw her slowly emerge from the stairs to lay down on the ground in front of the bar. Her two "friends" were telling her to go home and stop puking. A large British girl was trying to help, herself quite drunk, with her boyfriend, drunker and an English teacher, acting as a bodyguard against unknown threats. We bought water for the bartender and tried to help her get home, yet she would not budge and eventually fell asleep in the security office in front of the bar, with her own assigned guardian. The drunken British English teacher got into a confrontation with the drunken American English teacher to our great joy. We were called retards for perceived slights to the English language and the American English teacher attempted to insult and attack some Chinese men who just made fun of him. We eventually left for the French quarter in a cab with  a Parisian and possibly a Chinese girl. After walking the empty streets for a few minutes looking for a missing bar we all went home happy and exhasusted.  

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