Tongxiang is a small (in China standards) city with 600,000 people.
I don’t usually stay here on weekends but if I do there is only one place to go dancing. Club Armani.
It was Silvo‘s last night in the Tong. (Alan you are too late!!) Unfortunately, he had a falling out with his business partner (hey, I totally called that 3 months ago) and is heading back to Italy to hang with Dolce and Gabbana. (Seriously, he claims they are his homeboys.)
I think the falling out might have had to do with the fact that he only wanted to have fun and drink with his friends. I probably sold more bottles of wine then he did.
Best part about him leaving: drinking a 300 euro bottle of wine!! I top off at spending 15 dollars for a bottle. This was legen (are you lactose intolerant?) dairy. Most expensive bottle of wine I will ever drink.
It was really smooth but I didn’t really notice a big difference between my 100rmb bottle. Yikes. Maybe it’s because I was drinking out of a plastic cup? And taking a sip of one and then the other. Now that I think about it, that was stupid.
Silv’s last request was to go dancing with his friends. Or should I say ma FRWIIEEEEEEEEENDS… in an Italian accent.
We walk into Armani and I am greeted with:
And there this is ol’ Silv’s… having the time of his life.
– The necklace
– The sweat
-The tight pink shirt
-The goatee/ mustache thingy. (Does he take time every morning to sculpt that?)
– He is probably yelling “Ma friiiiiends, I am so Aaappppy!!!”
I can only take him in small doses… like 10 minutes a week.
And this is why I go to Shanghai/ run races every weekend. I am not a fan of the circus… but I still love you Britney.