party like a french person.

yesterday we went to dave's former producer's going away party at their house. the producer and her bf are moving back to france today. their apartment was tucked away in the french concession, in a small, dirty and hidden chinese hutong, where you would never know expats lived. it was a narrow 2 story loft with the living room on the 2nd floor and kitchen on the first. outside their living room window you could see a small community garden and the yellow moon. there were chinese, french and americans there. a string of different cheeses, bread, chips, different types of beer, lots of wine, champagne and other beverages. it was interesting how even in the microcosm of a party, people gravitate and form enclaves according to nationality. i saw the small group of local chinese hovering in the corner, drinking more beer than they could metabolize. the french clustered together, holding their glasses of wine and speaking of philosophy. the french canadians mingled with the french as well, but you can always tell them apart. the french people looked so classically french. then you have us americans, standing around as if we were at a bar in newport beach, talking about the chinese and the french. dave's coworker's gf, a local chinese girl, and the only one who could not speak english in the entire room, looked bored as she tried to join the conversation her bf was in, but ended up just standing there looking pretty. she was stuffy like a typical high maintenance SH gf, very pretty and fashionable in chinese standards, but snobby, and talked smack about the people she knew in the room. i watched as her bf's coworkers gave her elevator eyes, unbeknownst to him but probably knownst to her. i had 3 servings of alcohol which doesn't sound like much but i am chinese. i got walked in on while i was in the water closet b/c i couldn't get the door to lock. i didn't even care, which speaks to how buzzed i was. afterwards i complained of hunger, as the chips and bread weren't enough and we left the party and went looking for grub. i originally wanted local chinese food, as i am starting to filter out the smell of sewage from the smell of the food, esp when i'm hungry. dave offered for ropaul to join us but since he did not like chinese cuisine, he opted out. i decided i would be open to any food so he joined us. we walked back towards dave's work place, thru the french concession, with the canopy roads and old architecture but nothing seemed open. after they went to their atm's, ropaul got into another domestic dispute and decided to leave. i was delighted b/c that meant local food. dave took me to this 5kuai noodle joint he's been to and the two of us gorged on a big steamy bowl of beef noodle soup. it was soooooo good. and it got me bowels moving again. we came home, both of us were sooooooooooo tired, we fell asleep before we got past the living room. i slept 2 hrs the nite before b/c the green tea latte i had was espresso on crack and it kept me up all nite and i had a long day at work the next day. now for the green tea latte story..