Stye in My Eye in Shanghai: Day 4

After 5 pounds of makeup and shellac, I successfully camouflaged my stye (I just realized I've been spelling "stye" incorrectly for days now! Where are my editor friends when I need them!?) and was ready for Girls' Night Out. For the last 2 days, I've lived off of nuts, dried cherries, and M&Ms, so it was heaven to have a real dinner last night. Katherine took us to the best Chinese restaurant EVER and ordered almost everything on the menu. She also ordered us the best drinks ever (some kind of lime, chili pepper margarita, but it wasn't a margarita). If food and drinks could make you orgasm, I would have had about 100 big ones. They should offer cigarettes after dinner there. The restaurant itself was very swank with a cool ambience, but the bathrooms were something else. They had a men's bathroom and a women's bathroom that seemed nice and normal and swanky...until you went to wash your hands. In normal society, you'd expect to wash your hands, then look up in the MIRROR to check your makeup and your teeth and make sure nothing is hanging out of your nose (you know, the usual stuff you do in a MIRROR). But this place replaced that old way of thinking by creating a "window" into the men's bathroom. So imagine this: you finish your business in the bathroom stall, you walk to the sink and begin washing your hands. As you casually look up to check if you have food in your teeth, you find yourself looking at a DUDE in the DUDES' bathroom who is washing HIS hands (hopefully) and checking HIS teeth! WTF!? (I included a pic of the bathroom to show you. It's titled "Peek-a-pooh." Rachael--another one of Katherine's girlfriend's--went into the men's bathroom so we could take the pic.) So that was interesting. I guess it's a new way to pick up chicks (great love story for the grandchildren...our eyes met in a public bathroom. It was love at first flush).

Anyhoo, from there, we went to the rooftop bar. You needed a reservation to get in and we didn't have one, so Tiffany (Katherine's other friend) pointed to a name on the list and said that was us...and in we went. We had some drinks and took silly pics with a huge painting (after a few cocktails, everything sounds like a great/smart/hilarious idea, and you don't care that a bunch of Chinese people are staring at you.) I included a pic of that as well. From there, we walked to a bridge where you could take great pics of the city skyline. Rachael can speak Chinese, so she started talking to some Chinese folks on the bridge, and afterwards, one of them asked if they could get a picture with the blondes. So we let them take pictures with us...then a little girl wanted to take pics with us, then a line started forming. I don't know how many people we ended up taking pics with, but I included some of those as well. It was hilarious. We were like rockstars. Eventually we got out of there and went to another rooftop bar that also had a beautiful view of the city (pics included). We sat at "reserved" tables that we hadn't reserved (These girls are badass. I'm such a rule-following wuss. Sitting at a reserved table that isn't ours and pretending our name is on the list when it's not is living on the edge for me). At that bar, we ended up meeting people from all over the world (Switzerland, Germany, Israel). It was a very cool night all around. It's one of those nights you wish you could keep in a bottle and drink from whenever your soul is thirsty. But today we are all paying for it.