If you’ve been living in Beijing for quiet sometime, March is synonymous to White Party debauchery.
Last Friday was my 4th year in a row and that was my last White Party hurrah in Beijing. I hope that Canada will have its own White Party—grander, better and whiter. No, I’m not talking about the snow there! :))
Before we invaded Star Live, twenty-two of us had late dinner at the dimsum place right next to where the party took place. I brought the vodka and two guys brought cans of red bull. The drinking spree began there. We left the restaurant right after midnight. Sixteen of us went to the partay. The others to the good ol’ bars in Sanlitun.
Anyway. I didn’t see much action around—like french kissing and bumping butt to butt. The party animals danced wild, drunk and crazy. Though the music wasn’t as good as last year, I profusely sweat and so was everyone. Aside from endless camwhoring here and there, the athmosphere was filled with so much happiness of wasted revellers.
There was not much to oggle at—speaking of costume. Everybody wore white, yes, but only very few really dressed up as someone / something. Marilyn Monroe, naughtily danced around ’till she can no longer bear the pain of wearing high-heeled shoes. JFK wasn’t around to save her night.
If there was an award for the most creative costume, it should be given to the two angels who brought with them an arrow and a bow and a harp. Boy, they painted their whole body in white–and their wings were huge that they had to stand farther from each other. Good lord, those wings were heavy and were craftily made with care.
Unfortunately, this year, I didn’t see anyone in our group made out and went home together. Last year was the horniest— I knew 6 pairs who got laid on such a wonderful night. Hahahaha…
But, I knew and saw a lot of people exchanging digits. And we all know what would happen next, right? Hahahahaha…