4 kilos of candy

The kindergarten celebrated Halloween on Friday.

Which means that I walked the 30 minutes to school with a large sunflower on my head that morning.

And fake ivy draped around my person.

Only the passing children seemed to realize that it was possibly for Halloween. Everyone else just stared.

The English teachers were tasked (with a single day's notice) with putting together two choreographed dances for the kids to do. You know, that old Halloween tradition of... dancing?
We chose Gangnam Style, because it can be danced by everyone who has ever seen it.
Which is a significant population of the world.
If you haven't seen it, look it up on Youtube. It's worth it, whether you fall in love, or die laughing.
Sadly, there is no video of our performance.
We were also going to do the "Cha Cha Slide", solely because the lyrics tell you what to do.
(The Time Warp was in the running, for the same reason, but you know, those pelvic thrusts, they really drive you insay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ane.)
Sadly, or fortuitously, we were not allotted the time for our second dance.
The administration failed to plan for an absolute mob of parents, siblings, grandparents, and prospective students. When one is trying to explain the intricacies of trick-or-treating to a mob, Cha Cha Slides fall by the wayside.
But, on the bright side, the candy I bought was greatly enjoyed by all.

Saturday rolled around, Sunny, and hazy. We awoke to a smog indication of over 300.
By 3pm it had significantly lessened, to 50. How? I haven't the slightest.
We took advantage of the weather, however, to meet up with some friends at their apartment for light refreshments and games, before heading to San Li Tun for the Going Away celebration for Joe, the teacher I replaced here.
Replaced in job only, because I'll never be a 6'5", red-bearded, man from Manchester.
I could try, but I don't think it'd work.

As it was Super Husband's and my first time in San Li Tun, Joe was eager to show us the most important venues.
First was The Stumble Inn, which hosted not one, but four (or maybe even six) televisions
broadcasting Footie.
Not to be confused with footsie.
From Stumble Inn we walked to a very busy street corner that is home to
none other than "Mostreeto Man".
Mostreetos are Mojitos, served on the street, with some sort of alien alcohol that is stronger, and more foul, than anything akin to the rum I've tried before.
They also serve Cube Libres, with the same moonshine-esque liquor.
After standing around, some of us shivering, for a time, having lovely conversation, and occasionally commenting on the costumes people were wearing (there was a Chewbacca, a Mario, a Luigi, and a Princess Peach, among others) we deemed it time to get something to eat.
I should mention that at this point it was 1:30am.
We headed for a crowded chuan'r stall, that also sold a delicious spice covered naan.
Mmmm. Spicy naan.
It was after the chuan'r that China reared it's head.
There was a fight.
Or what passes for a fight here, and is really just a lot of missed punches, shouting, and then kicking a man's head once he's finally on the ground.
It was very strange, but also edifying.
I daresay that I could win a fight here, though.
I can, at the very least, land a punch.
But that fight has been pronounced "Best Chinese Fight" by Scott.
Apparently it had a trace of masculinity, as opposed to the girly, limp, wrist flapping that often goes on.

After watching some other people break up the fight we went to yet another place, and then a fourth, or is it fifth?
At any rate, the last place we went was a sort of Metal bar, which was hosting a rather lot of very, very drunk people.
To be fair, it was already 4am.
One of these drunk people proceeded to break the glass out of a picture frame with her bum.
And then continued to hit the whole thing with her bum, almost as if she really wanted lots of glass to be imbedded into her back.
Ah, drunk people.
And that, was our night in San Li Tun.
I will add, though, that we were told to go to yet another place, which apparently has a lot of beer, but when we walked over to it, it had already closed.

We got back to our apartment, after sharing a cab with Joe, at 5:30am.

We roused ourselves around noon the next day and made our way to lunch with Scott and Joe.
Chau Bing was enjoyed.
Baozi, as well.
And free coffee.
Lovely, lovely free coffee.

And now it's Monday.
With all that Monday entails.