Shanghai Shennanigans

When you work all day, herding- I mean directing crowds through our Eagle winged doors, channeling them through queues, turnstiles, overtures, and finally pushing-um leading them out Act three-my lord, at the end of the day all you need to do is let loose. And Shanghai is particularly helpful in giving up plenty of places to do this. Last night we opted for a more laid back scene, less lights and glitz, more pool tables and cheap burgers, Windows 1! Of course, this was also largely due to the fact that our little friend Harry left last night, a 15 year old CEO’s son who we were told would shadow us so he could learn Chinese. Well, I’m not sure how much Chinese he learned….but we certainly tried to give him as many life lessons as possible, and we were sad to see him go. Anyways, blah blah blah, we drank, ate, danced, talked, good times, but the better times started after….
We’re running around outside, pole vaulting on old cardboard tubes, chasing each other on the sidewalk, and we finally get a cab. We’re in the cab on our way home, when suddenly we spot them. Two cab drivers out of their cabs, parked on the side of the street yelling at each other. They’re finger pointing, faces red, making jerky motions towards the two cars next to them, classic Chinese men anger, but then Ryan goes “Stop the car! Stop the car!” the cab driver slams on his brakes and we’re all like “Ryan, ryan, what the heck?” but he pops out of the car and takes off running towards the fighting cab drivers. We see him gesturing wildly at them, and then embraces them in a hug, we hear “just hug it out! Hug it out boys,” and of course we have to get in on the love, so me and Katie jump out of the cab too and race over, and I babble broken Chinese something like “ Americans like to help Chinese, if you have problem, we help, we help you, see how we help?,” and we keep hugging the cab drivers. And of course solved the problem, why would those boys want to fight after they saw what love could do?......nottt. the second we got back in our cab they were at it again, I’m pretty sure the one on the right was gonna lose, tiny man he was, one punch to the jugular and he was gonna be out. But thank God we left before we got to see that, so our last image was the two of them watching our cab leave, looking dazed and confused…before…. sucka punchhhh…