Of course one cannot buy ice in China, let alone a cooler, so we had to bribe the kitchen staff of a nearby restaurant with 15 kuai to cool down our drinks in the industrial refrigerator for an hour and a half.
Ryan, ever resourceful, had purchased a 50 kuai ($7) grill at the larger, more distant super-market last week, so we fired it up with great labor and Colin eventually took command of cooking our mini-Asian-size hotdogs. A fireworks screensaver and an album of patriotic American songs from my laptop assuaged our nostalgic feelings for home while our dinner party became more and more crowded. Ryan passed watermelon around while the flags, as usual, hung limply in the thick, humid air.
Finally we sang the National Anthem and our teachers sang the Chinese Anthem with great enthusiasm.
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Nice entry. I would have loved to see that celebration. -Leggett
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