This by no means is 100% true to the actual events, as many of the events have been skewed by the effects of massive intoxication.
Ah yes Massive intoxication.
The gang from our neibouring city Dushanzi (including Charlotte, Christine and Patrick, (not me Patrick, the other Patrick from down under). I believe I've mentioned them before in previous blogs.) had all arrived in good form and we decided that this Saterday afternoon we should get a head start on the fun. So we headed down to the night market for some games of pool and of course beer. "Beer" being the reason, "pool" being the excuse. After a couple hours we headed back to my place to regroup for the party which again would be held at the night market. Of course we needed to buy some beer first.
By around 9:30 we headed down to the night market (for the second time which was already packed with people) to settle in for a nice quiet evening. Chris and Charlotte were apparently gone to get a cake or something. I'm pretty sure the effects of the alchohol had started by this time because I can't seem to recall the order of events... just random events. Anyways. Chris and Charlotte Oh and Stu show up with a birthday cake some big smiles and some "Gandolf Sticks". (note: Gandolf sticks are a name that we as foreigners have given these expecially magical fireworks. They shoot about 12 blasts of fireworks about 30 to 40 feet in a pretty straight line thus inheriting the name "Gandolf Sticks".)
We were so excited to shoot these things off that we took our magic wands outside the night market and blasted them into the air adding tremendous energy to the atmosphere. At least for me. After that we sat down again at our table, pounded back some more beer and were havin a jolly old time. Throughout the course of the evening there was this chinese dude sitting behind me who kept wanting to drink with me and join our party. Whatever...
Then Chris brought out the cake and everybody sang the old song and that was really nice. CAKE FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. The tradition in China is to have a little cake fight at birthday parties and of course Chris and I usually like to blow these cake fights way out of control so that everybody gets covered in cake. That was cool. After washing up I returned to my seat with maggies help of course and with the last remaining drop of dignity left in my blood I cut everybody a peice of cake. Some people even got two. Maggie helped with that two. Wait a second! I forgot to tell you about the "incredible exploding lotus flower candles". These things are cool. You start by lighting the middle blowtorch which in turn lights the candles on each peddle then when the blowtorch burns out the lotus flower opens and sings happy birthday! Dangerous but FUN!
I burnt my hand lighting them.
So on to the end. At this point Chris was very drunk as was I and I remember hearing the words "light the fireworks Chris". Chris doing as he was told lit the fireworks even though setting off fireworks at the night market is not allowed. Chris stood up and pointed the wand skyward. "pio" came the first shot. Then all of a sudden that drunk Chinese guy who I had a few drinks with grabed the wand from chris and and pointed it in the air. "Pio" came shot #2, and losing balance swinging the stick around, "Pio" Shot #3 goes flying across the market sending about 35 people diving for cover. A crazed rush of Chinese and turkish people desend upon our table. A huge argument breaks out and the cop tells us to leave right away. Packing up our stuff we head out and run into some more cops and they question us. It's a good thing maggie took control because we could have got into trouble. Anyways arriving home I did my standard birthday sobfest, puked a couple times and passed out.
Well That's it!
Another great night.
