Monday is usually the quietest night of the week. A good night for staying in with a DVD, doing the ironing, or catching up with friends from home. Not for English teachers and the unemployed. Nope, we go out and get a little tipsy, then run riot in the streets of Development Zone looking for suitable entertainment. Tonight's chosen beverage was vodka and Coke. After a few of these, checking all the bars for signs of life, wandering into, and then straight out of, a Chinese nightclub (very cheesy place!), we decided to make our own fun.
Sara then discovered an abandoned hair curling iron lying on the pavement. She decided it would be cool to try and sell it to any taxi drivers who honked their horns at us. After all, white girls shouldn't be out walking on their own two legs, they should be taking cabs everywhere. It only took a few attempts, with the new phrase 你想要这个吗？(Would you like this?) coming in very useful. One driver bought it for the bargain price of two yuan, reduced from two hundred.
Sara then got ambitious, and tried to sell a rock on a string but, surprisingly, she was less lucky this time. Finally, in the pinnacle of drunken foolishness, selling oneself to a taxi driver seemed like an amusing idea. We suggested it at a price of 6000 yuan, and looked at each other in horror as the guy went quiet and thought it over. I told him it was just a joke, wished him goodnight and made a quick exit. Then back to Sara's place, where we played with iPods and exchanged lists of music to download. Later on, someone started knocking at her front door. We ignored it but they continued to knock and only stopped after a good ten minutes of solid ignoring. I felt a little nervous about leaving her house after all this, but made the break and got home safely where I now sit in front of my netbook, typing this.
Goodnight.
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