A friend of Mere’s mom joined us for dinner two nights ago. She is great! She speaks Japanese fluently and works for a Japanese advertising firm. Her English was pretty good, and of course, Sammi attempted to communicate through hand gestures (which was successful! pseudo). Our plan for the night was to go to Park 97 in Fuxing Park. It’s a club that apparently plays the best Hip Hop. So, we put on our hip-hop outfits (hahaha juuuuust kidding, but not really, Sammi and Mere looked liked Lil Wayne’s baby mamas) and took a cab. Mere’s mom’s best friend even came to drink with us for a little while. She got down on the dance floor with us. After she left, well…that’s when we broke out the real moves! The DJ played great music (our favorite place for music thus far), and we danced the night away. Refused drinks once again (tell me somethin, WHERE YO BOUSS AT).
The next day was perfect for the World Expo in Shanghai, a showing of museum-like pavilions from countries around the world. The weather was comfortable, not too hot or too cold. Woke up at a reasonable/later time to go thinking it would be less crowded. At this point, the expo became more of an expectation to attend rather than a choice because all we’ve been hearing is that the crowd will undoubtedly overwhelm you (the daily population averages about half a million, on a rainy day). Holy shit. It was like a damn Epcot for adults. The wait time for the German pavilion was over 5 hours. Can we get a…can we get a HELLL NOOOO! So, we decided to walk and simply enjoy the architecture. We probably walked a total of five miles. Yes, our feet hurt and we had to take multiple breaks but so? That’s a damn lot of walking so let’s leave it at that. Mere got into a screaming match with one of the workers. Convo as such:
::Roger sneaks into a pavillion::
Worker: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED THIS WAY! GET OUT! ::grabs Roger by the arm::
Mere: DONT’ TOUCH HIM! DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!!
Roger: Mere, you’re overreacting, it’s not a big deal, you’re embarrassing me.
The last pavilion we hit was U.S.A’s. We heard that if you told the American employees you were a citizen of the U.S., you could butt the line. We tried to find someone who worked there for five minutes but eventually gave up. Instead, we enjoyed T-Pain’s “Buy You a Drank” and DJ Unk’s “Walk It Out,” two songs that played while everyone waited in line. Hahahah whaaa? Greatest American contributions, thank you rap music. Not that we were complaining but are these two artists the most reflective of American culture? Eeeeenteresting. It took us 20 minutes to find an exit out of the expo. Mere carried Sammi a quarter of the mile. She gained weight. It was a long-ass day.
But alas! We mustered up enough strength to head out. We, along with our UMD friends, had previously attempted to go out to rooftop bar called Bar Rouge in the Bund but were rejected because of attire (uhhh not our fault we’re just sayin’, rollin in with some slum ass bitches). We did successfully make it in though, and the view was saweeeet! Unsurprisingly, the bar was a bit pretentious, and might we add, filled with HOOKERS GALORE! Mere had read earlier that a good amount of good-looking prostitutes go there (you know, to pick up the high-end clients). We spotted them immediately. They evenly scattered themselves around the inside, sipping on their drinks and observing the pool of unsuspecting victims (moooohahaha). Jk, no but really, they were definitely looking out for people. One of our observances went like this…
Mere: That’s definitely a hooker in the white dress next to you.
Sammi: Are you sure? She doesn’t seem like it…
Mere: Uh…yeah i’m positive. How many girls do you know that go to the bars by themselves?
…*continuous whispering between the two of us* Sammi hears the woman in white talk and…
Sammi: Oh shit Mere! Woman speaks English!
Hahaha womp womp. We even saw an old guy picking up an Amazon-like hooker. Mad awkward and yet, we could not look away. Sammi, Mere and Roger picked their fave hookers. Sammi’s fave was a bad bitch with a tattoo on her arm and Mere and Roger picked the same hooker (good taste runs in the family). Needless to say, we were definitely the youngest and most immature. Hey, we’ll admit it. It’s not like our dance moves didn’t give us away or anything.