The gang and I spent this past weekend in Hangzhou- a Chinese city near Shanghai known for its tea cultivation and sleepy West Lake. It was also, apparently, once of Marco Polo's all-time fav places. 
We hiked through the tea even though this little old lady kept following us. She wanted us to buy tea from her but we just pretended like we didn't understand what she was saying. It's a fairly helpful tactic. What? I'm not allowed to walk through this more convenient door? What? There's a line? What? This isn't a free sample? Giggle, giggle. Sorry. I don't understand Chinese.
We hiked through the tea even though this little old lady kept following us. She wanted us to buy tea from her but we just pretended like we didn't understand what she was saying. It's a fairly helpful tactic. What? I'm not allowed to walk through this more convenient door? What? There's a line? What? This isn't a free sample? Giggle, giggle. Sorry. I don't understand Chinese.
Later that night, we decided to check out Hangzhou's nightlife. And apparently....they had been waiting for us. As soon as we saw the Top Red Prestige Club we knew that it would be a sufficient hangout for V.I.P.'s like us.
So we became besties with the whole wait staff and hung out with them in the Prestigious break room.
1 comment:
tiiigggghhhhtttt
why are you so cool ryann? why?
p.s. eat another eyeball. I dare you.
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