Bar Hopping
A few folks from training came to town this weekend, so here comes the inevitable drunken night on the town story:
Our first trip was to Bar 7-11. Bar 7-11 is conveniently located on almost every corner, is open 24 hours a day, and is reasonably priced. A must-stop for any binge night. Afterwards we headed to Chubby's (there are a large number of bars and restaurants in Taichung that are named after fat folks--I can only assume that this has something to do with the "fatness" of foreigners. Let me give you an example: Brad Pitt is unattractive to some Taiwanese women because he's too fat.) for dinner and some drinks, although it was populated only by old western men and their wives. I chatted up the woman whose artwork was on display and before we knew it, she had ordered a round of tequila shots. Uh-oh.
Afterward, the six of us piled into a taxi (to the taxi drivers dismay I'm sure) and took off on our way to Oldies. Sadly in our state we were unaware of both the address or even the general location of said pub, but instructed the driver in our best pidgeon Chinese where to go. Eventually we saw something familiar, told the taxi driver to stop and rolled out (Susan who was laying on top of us actually did a back flip to get out of the cab) and into 89K. This bar was nice in that it felt like home. It was playing rock music (after a fashion, but still a nice change from the Taiwanese pop music we hear so much of) and had more young folks. It was an odd mix of decor for a Taiwanese bar. It was rockin' a Harley-Native American vibe. In fact, the owner is an Asian man with long hair named "Chief" who wears a cowboy hat and stands stoically behind the bar. I didn't see him smile the entire time we were there. Susan, Brian, and the visting folks went home afterwards, but Kristy, Jennifer, Christine and I went to Spot for some of the dancing.
As we walked up towards the bar, Kristy and I noticed a crowd beginning to disperse. Jennifer informed us that we had just missed some kind of fight. I'd never seen people fight in Taiwan before, but I'd just heard that they don't fight alone. I guess that's true. In any case, the business was over so we went in and shook our asses for a long time before calling it an evening.
I was hurting the next morning, so the trip to the Science Musuem didn't pan out, but I met Jennifer and Christine for brunch. It was amazing! Real Western Brunch! Eggs, bagels, potatoes, and tomato juice! It was heaven and I felt a little bit more human when we took off to go shopping.
It was really nice to get out after staying in bed all week due to a cold. Winter blahs be gone!
Our first trip was to Bar 7-11. Bar 7-11 is conveniently located on almost every corner, is open 24 hours a day, and is reasonably priced. A must-stop for any binge night. Afterwards we headed to Chubby's (there are a large number of bars and restaurants in Taichung that are named after fat folks--I can only assume that this has something to do with the "fatness" of foreigners. Let me give you an example: Brad Pitt is unattractive to some Taiwanese women because he's too fat.) for dinner and some drinks, although it was populated only by old western men and their wives. I chatted up the woman whose artwork was on display and before we knew it, she had ordered a round of tequila shots. Uh-oh.
Afterward, the six of us piled into a taxi (to the taxi drivers dismay I'm sure) and took off on our way to Oldies. Sadly in our state we were unaware of both the address or even the general location of said pub, but instructed the driver in our best pidgeon Chinese where to go. Eventually we saw something familiar, told the taxi driver to stop and rolled out (Susan who was laying on top of us actually did a back flip to get out of the cab) and into 89K. This bar was nice in that it felt like home. It was playing rock music (after a fashion, but still a nice change from the Taiwanese pop music we hear so much of) and had more young folks. It was an odd mix of decor for a Taiwanese bar. It was rockin' a Harley-Native American vibe. In fact, the owner is an Asian man with long hair named "Chief" who wears a cowboy hat and stands stoically behind the bar. I didn't see him smile the entire time we were there. Susan, Brian, and the visting folks went home afterwards, but Kristy, Jennifer, Christine and I went to Spot for some of the dancing.
As we walked up towards the bar, Kristy and I noticed a crowd beginning to disperse. Jennifer informed us that we had just missed some kind of fight. I'd never seen people fight in Taiwan before, but I'd just heard that they don't fight alone. I guess that's true. In any case, the business was over so we went in and shook our asses for a long time before calling it an evening.
I was hurting the next morning, so the trip to the Science Musuem didn't pan out, but I met Jennifer and Christine for brunch. It was amazing! Real Western Brunch! Eggs, bagels, potatoes, and tomato juice! It was heaven and I felt a little bit more human when we took off to go shopping.
It was really nice to get out after staying in bed all week due to a cold. Winter blahs be gone!
posted by CJ at 5:58 AM
1 Comments:
(kris) it snowed 12" here in a freak blizzard...i'm alleviating my cabin fever by living vicariously through your drunken-night-on-town story--good times!
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