by Angel Chu
Hey there, funk groovers! It's getting cold outdoors in Beijing right now but it's getting hot on the dancefloors. The city continues to attract top-calibre international Djs - and just recently, I went to see DJ Marky and XRS from England, who were playing at Mix, one of the top 70 clubs in Beijing!
It was nearly midnight when the performers started playing their cool hip-hop thang on the stage, and the crowd went crazy. Me and my friends all started shaking our collective booty like the wild party animals we know we are. I overheard some English guys going on about "a drum and a bass" or something - but the performers didn't even have those instruments on stage! Duh!
I jumped up and down a lot and shouted so that the "MC" would look at me, but I think he must not have seen me. After a while, I gave up on that one, and decided to go and talk to the DJ. I scrambled up on stage and showed him a list of requests I'd written out on my mobile phone, including "Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera and "American Pie" by Madonna - I knew that would get the dancefloor pumping! But I was bundled away by some large men, and not in a good way.
A couple of days later, I went for dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant called Assaggi, with my friend Kitty and two of her work colleagues, Flavio from Sicily and Laszlo from Poland. There was a little bit of embarrassment at the beginning when the waiting staff forgot to provide chopsticks for us to eat our pasta with. The food was delicious, and we all laughed when Flavio came out with some nonsense word to describe Italian noodles.
He's such a joker, but sometimes he goes too far. There was a bit of a heated debate when he joked that Marco Polo was Italian, but then he wouldn't let it go - he kept trying say he wasn't from China. Completely unreasonable. Chinese characters, Chinese name. If he wasn't Chinese, how come his name is Make Boluo, eh?
Answer me that, Flavio!