All My Bags Are Packed

since my last entry was more of a farewell to the city of shanghai, i felt it necessary to at least remember those who made the experience what it was.

when i first came to china, i wrote about an "event" in beijing which seems to have become quite a common recurrence whilst in shanghai. as a going away party, our "crew" and few others threw down for one more night at guandii. and needless to say, it was quite a party. who really remembers how it happened or who made it happen, but i know i ended the night with my head buried in the bushes expelling what was left of dinner. nights like these are definitely going to be missed as i balk at paying 100 kuai for a damn drink.

*yes, thats a bottle of water in my hand, and as you can see...i'm semi-dancing, a tell-tale sign of a drunken andrew

but lets not forgot all those adventures to beijing way back when this journey was in its nascent days with vickie and cindy...to my revisit of historical beijing and hangzhou's west lake with namers...to climbing huangshan with derek and theresa...to the many many nights out with the crew and others...to tibet and jiuzhaiguo adventures. and of course, it wouldn't have been shanghai without my brother and lydia at good ol' one park avenue enjoying good times with the wii and good company with hundreds of dvds.

just wait...i'm sure in a few months, if not drawn by the beck and call of my mother wishing to see me for the xmas holidays, or pending the possibilities of an internship with American's next president, i will return for an abridged version of that past few months. see you all then.