Asians know how to boogie
Trip Start Aug 22, 2010
17Trip End Dec 24, 2010
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For being such lovely Americans, Kelley decided to treat us to karaoke - Chinese style. It's called KTV here. I'm addicted. Horribly horribly addicted and I don't even like signing.
Like the beginning of every trip we were piled into a van and sent off to who knows where. Our driver was great though. He played absurdly loud techno music and showed us some dance moves. It's funny now that Chinese driving no longer seems to phase me. If some one driving in America tried to even a fifth of the things my local drivers have done. I would have died. I have so much faith in the impossible Asian art of no-laws driving.
Since, Kelley, who earns a Chinese teachers salary, was treating us, we were all expecting a real whole in the wall
The white herd was divided into two groups. I being while the group of wild teenaged girls. GREAT choice. They were crazy. They talked me into being crazy.. Eventually, there were people on tables and some serious performances done while standing on couches. When a small Asian man walked in we though for sure we were busted. No. It's fine. "Just don't break the table. 468 Yuan!" The english music was limited but oh... there were some classsics! Lots of Journey and more Gaga than I knew existed.
I have heard more Lady Gaga while in China than I ever have while in the states. I will never be able to hear her without thinking about China, which is rather odd seeing as how she is 100% American.
To say that we were loud is a gross understatement. We were deafening. Even when placed in a private sound proof room we still drew a small crowd of locals outside our door, and occasionally one would open they door to check us out. We even got applause once. After the third or fourth time you stop noticing. One can not focus on Asian onlookers when "I gotta feeling" is on. Impossible.
Our AC stopped working halfway through our hour and half session. All ten of us walked out dripping with who knows who's sweat. Looking back I realize I should have been more grossed out by it than I was. I believe I was just too happy to care.
Will I ever have to be talked into doing KTV, by a small Chinese woman ever again? She won't have to convince me. I'll beg.