Long night in Shanghai…

So I’ve come to the conclusion that staying out until 6am drinking copious amounts of gin & tonics is NOT the way to get a restaurant open. Especially, when the following day was spent asleep. I woke up at 6 PM, with a good 12 hrs of sleep under my belt, thinking that perhaps it was 6am. I was not so lucky, and the alarm that I had set for 9am, obviously went completely unnoticed in my gin snooze.
After trying to do some work that evening, I was watching some UFC (Ultimate fighting), and thinking that my head felt just like the guy who just got the living shit beat out of him. And better for him, as even though he was getting punched repeatedly in the head, and was rather bloody, he was at work. I tried to work. Didn’t go super well. And I found my self sweating profusely, as my body tried to rid itself of about 15 cups of gin.
Shanghai is an interesting city. You have an odd mix of foreigners, travelers, business people, and people from just about every walk of life. The city is rather limited on the activity list though, and when you are not working, you’re probably out eating or out partying. Or both.
There is quite a crazy night scene here, and if you want to go from cozy lounge, to pool bar, to thumpingly loud cramped club, to one of the many super late night foreigner hang-outs with lots of working ladies, you can. And it will probably do you not a whole lot of good the following day. But thats Shanghai for you. Work. Party. Thats about it.
I’m happy to say that last night I did not have to endure such shennanagans, as I had the night prior. I had a nice bowl of coconutty Laksa and a nice fresh apple juice. My body was thanking me quite a bit this morning, when I was actually able to wake up at 5am, go for a long jog, and look for places to put this restaurant. Seems as if I’ll be off the train, or on the train, or what ever the hell that expression means. The one that will make my liver happy, and actually let me focus on getting a place opened so I can get other people drunk until the wee hours of the morning. At least then, I’ll feel better, and have some money… I hope!