We were supposed to go to a co-workers play on Friday night, but Tiffany and I got stuck in traffic (the guys’ taxi made it through) so we missed the beginning of the play (Our Town) and the guys told us that it would have been too intimate of a setting to walk into late. Andy said it would have been like we were walking up onto the stage. So, instead, we all stood outside in this back alley where a band was playing inside an adjacent warehouse and drank a beer (except pregnant Tiffany). That is where the KFC picture above was taken.

In a couple of my International Business classes, when they brought up culture they said that one of the ways we teach culture and values is through songs and stories that we tell to children when they are young. If you think back to the children’s stories and songs you know, I think you will find this to be true. So upon immediately understanding the translation of this song, it made perfect since to me why I and my fellow expats get stared at so incessantly. People are taught from a young age that to be different is “very strange.” And clearing staring at something that is very strange is not rude in the Chinese culture, so two and two now makes four.

Most of the expats forgot about Easter until the last minute. There is just nothing Easter-like in Shanghai to remind us. We decided to go to our favorite International cuisine and by far favorite buffet in the world, Yi Cafe in the Shangri-La hotel on Sunday night with our friends Patrik and Claudia. This place is amazing.

Once we arrived at some random room in the bowels of the hotel, she gave me a shirt, some shorts and a wad of cotton. I changed into the shorts and shirt and ignored the cotton. About 15 minutes later, Andy came down in a matching outfit and said in the funniest, desperate voice when he saw me, “Oh, Thank God!” Throughout the massage, the two girls kept referring to us as “friends” even after I said that we were married.