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July 11, 2004
Who do I have to screw to get a dry martini around here?
That's actually been one of the more important questions on my mind for the past week. It's been hard enough for me just finding ice-cold beer - all Chinese except the younger generation usually drink their sodas and beers at room temperature. But a mixed drink? Imported vodka? Last night I mentioned this to 'Xiao Lin', a local boy with whom I've become friends with the past few days. It took a while for me to figure out how to say mixed drink in Chinese but as soon as he got the point, he insisted he take me out on the town that night. Up until then, the thought of isolated Dongying having anything remotely resembling a nightlife completely escaped me, other than the family-friendly square and night market. Xiao Lin's tour was exactly what I've been looking to see in small-town China: we started with a bar-hop through five bars, ate street-cooked lamb kebobs, went in to a midnight massage parlor but left after we suspected they put some kind of hallucinigenic drug in the drinks they served us, then wound up at one of Dongying's better dance clubs. Bikini-clad dancers, Chinese 'grass' cigarettes specially delivered from Beijing and finally - a freaking White Russian at a bar called the Casablanca:
Posted by rxu at July 11, 2004 11:43 AM