gem from China

riding back to the Shida after dancing at a club with almost the entire SST group, in a taxi with the best ever driver, who asked me questions in Chinese, which I answered in Chinese, who then turned on the radio and sang along to old Russian communist songs with a rumbling bass voice. Then offered to take us the whole way to the Waiban, waved the guard off by informing him we were laoshi (teachers), and then teaching me left and right in China. Dang why are we leaving just when it gets fun!