so one of the 'attractions' at volar when we went on friday night was some beat-boxing phenom, killa kella or some nonsense like that. the flier literally said, 'world famous beat boxer in london!' the guy's world famous in london? apparently he's supposed to be decent, but all we heard him do was emcee. he kept asking where the ladies at, which is just annoying. he wasn't exactly onstage at a concert, he was standing in the dj booth (i.e. table) in the middle of the floor in a club. all us ladies had to laugh.
so today spent getting things done. met sherry at dlc for brunch, went to the stupid fabric market (ugh) for stuff to send with ross to jody in seattle, went to a hot class. then we went to hengshan cafe, which is a small chain (4 locations?) of restaurants that serve up canto food. dan came out at the end to chat w/ sherry and hand off cyn's old phone.
for us homesick cantonese spawn, hengshan cafe is heaven sent. and forgive me if this is some well-known spot that i'm noobing out on, but, well, whatever. i'm a noob. sherry and i ordered 4 dishes plus soup and just about polished everything off. plus dessert. when i say i am hungry, i mean it. rowr.
the stupid fabric market. i hate that place. it's like ripoff city... all the expats and/or tourists trolling the joint and getting sandbagged on prices. i mean, it's all relative, i know. and i have a coat that i adore that i had made there, which was so much cheaper than buying off the rack back home. i know. but that constant frenetic energy, the frisson of the hustle just permeates the place. you're treated like a total asshole because you're trying to give these places business. it's one of the experiences that makes me disgusted with this city.
hong kees have a certain prejudice (sherry and i were discussing) about shanghainese. hong kees are blunt as hell, but they're honest and just sort of put their feelings out there. the shanghainese, however, are known to be extremely 'tricky' (in my mom's words) or (in my words), conniving shitballs. i know there are lots of nice locals in this city, sure, but it takes one fucked up cab driver or one nasty fabric market vendor, and i want to fucking torch the place.
next time we're going to yuyuan where sherry's friends at the printshop say you can buy them wholesale and cheaper.
it's been over a week since i went to hot, so now i'm ready for a faceplant. plus it's past 3 am. whoops.
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