A big group of decided that tonight was the night to venture to the farthest - but most beautiful - Starbucks for some quality study time. The lack of developing-country incidents has me at a loss for words...
....................psyche!
I must at least mention the kind Starbucks patron whom I caught coming out of the bathroom with a cigarette, complete with about an inch and a half of ash, delicately dangling from his lip. Upon meeting my obviously spiteful glare, he nonchalantly butted out it out in the fake potted plant next to the bathroom door. Starbucks, as are more and more public establishments in China, is smoke-free, and there is even a balcony not 10 feet away from the bathroom for smokers to take advantage of. Clearly, this patron felt the need to relieve himself in more than one way. Clearly, I needed to blog about it.
But the good, more normal news is that I got all my work done by 10pm. Now my happy little iced-grande-skim-latte (which I can't help but break pledge and order in English) buzz and I are going to crawl into bed and watch Mean Girls. I couldn't be more excited.
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