The Night My House Exploded.
Wow. After a relatively peaceful Chinese New Year (compared to my time in Beijing), tonight was the night Shanghai went for it. On all sides. I write this with an elevated heartrate.
It had been a quiet night. Watching a DVD with Adam, and chilling out. There had been a few bangs, but nothing serious. Then midnight hit. Holy shit balls.
Apparently, this was the night. After a few strings of bungers had scared the shit of me, I decided to ask the guys to shut the fuck up. This went down poorly...mainly because we were simply screaming 'Fuck you' at each other. Then I relented, and told the guys it was ok, we're neighbours, and as they kept screaming at me "This is China."
I went back outside with some whiskey. This was a diplomatically sound choice. We ended up blowing some more shit up, and having a laugh. One guy was missing a finger. I didn't bring it up.