Last night the people in my program had a "Thank You" dinner for our program Director, Peter. We met at a Spanish tapas restaurant on the other side of the island in an area called Stanley. Dinner was great and full of interesting conversation, two kinds of sangria, and a surprisingly talented guitar group.
OUr taxi driver on the way back was an absolute riot. He seemed intent on imparting to us (in loud Cantonese) his views on dating. A few pearls of his wisdom:
--If you don't pick up a girl in Lan Kwai Fong by Friday night, you will have to "take things into your own hands" on Saturday and Sunday.
--White men love to have Asian wives because they can cook
--White girls are most desriable at ages 15, 16 and 17 (eeew!) while asian girls mature later.
--It's okay to have weekend flings at nightclubs regardless if you're married or not
He then proceeded to turn on the lights of the taxi to check out all the girls!
Yeah he was kind of a perv, but he was so hilarious that I didn't feel offended at all.
We ended up at D'Apartment, a dark basement club that was decorated to make you feel like you were at a house party. I ended up having some great conversations, especially with Peter who we all agreed has to be the coolest law professor alive (see picture of me and Didi sandwiching him below--oh my, is that against university guidelines?).
I got pretty drunk and remember having an all-out eighties dance-off with Randy, complete with running man, attempted moonwalking, the Carlton, and jazz-hands.
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