Last month we asked our readers
What has been your wildest party-animal night out in Chengdu?
BimboComplex, invisible, BoOom and backloop shared their stories below.
What's your story? We're looking for details here: drunken drama, only-in-China cahoots, ridiculous revelry. Spill your memories in the comments.
"I can't remember four or five hours from that night, but I took pictures. I was with two French guys and I drank me and one other guy drank one bottle of whiskey and one bottle of baijiu, the cheapest we could find. I must have been pretty drunk but the pictures were pretty clear. (My camera was hanging from my belt—that's why I didn't lose it.) I have a picture of one of the guys standing on top of a taxi hood pissing. There were pictures with people I don't know and in places I usually don't go to. It was probably a Wednesday night or something. I think one of them got naked in the McDonald's and stood on the counter."
"When Chengdu had only the Reggae Bar, and the Shamrock had just opened, it was really boring, so my friends and I decided we would make the first rave in the city. We did some location scouting, and finally my American friend found out that we could rent the basement of the provincial gymnasium. It was huge, more than 1,000 sqm and with a very high ceiling. It was perfect for what we wanted to do. We made a deal with the management there, organized sound equipment, lights, half a dozen DJs, and some guys to sell five kuai. We printed thousands of fliers, and then the management decided that they should let the local police know about the event. Initially the police gave us an OK, but two days before it was supposed to happen, we got a call from the Wuhouci police station. They asked us to go there, so we did. They asked us to show our passports, and then they said we couldn't do the event at all because we were foreigners and we needed special permission and licenses to do the event, and it was around the time of the gaokao. So we were all disappointed, but then I pointed out that we wouldn't be able to cancel it because we had already distributed thousands of fliers and done lots of promotion, and there would be hundreds of people there at the gate, disappointed, and that could cause more mafan than just holding the event.
On the night of the rave, there were 150 people already waiting outside when we got there to set up the sound and lights. But first we had to wait for the seniors who regularly used the space to finish their dancing session. In the meanwhile, more and more people were gathering outside. So while we were still setting up, the police forced us to start letting people in. One of the guys blew up the main amplifier just as we were about to start. But somehow we managed to get everything together, all the attendees paid their 10 kuai entrance fee, and the party started—and then immediately after, the police asked us to stop the event again. We bribed them with cigarettes, which worked for a while, but eventually our luck ran out and we had to agree to stop the event at 1 am. But the other organizers weren't happy and wanted to keep going—let the police come in and arrest everyone. The stadium was surrounded with police ready to go in—it didn't matter what we wanted, anyway; the management, acting on police orders, would just shut off the power at 1. So we played by the rules, and in the end, around 400 people came. Lots of people I know ended up hooking up that night, and one couple even got married eventually—and have been together since."
Going Too Far
"It started one night when I invited some of my friends for dinner. It wasn't even a weekend, but they came with beer and vodka. We had dinner and watched a movie, and although I hadn't planned to go out that night, the alcohol in my system guided me to Carol's by the River, where we bought two bottles of tequila and started taking shots. (Before this, I had promised my friend Lynn to take care of her and her friend since it was her first night partying with us.)
We finished the two bottles and headed down to Kehua Bei Lu, ran into people we knew, and drank some more. My judgment was pretty impaired by that point and when I met a friend of a friend who was celebrating his birthday, I agreed to go to CC with him and his friends. The fake whiskey kept coming in that terrible whisky/tea mix, and we kept drinking it because it didn't really taste like alcohol. By this time all the friends I'd had dinner with were gone, and I don't remember anything after this. However, I was told the next day that the following ensued: On the dance floor, I ended up dancing with a Chinese girl. Later on she drove me in her car to her home—in another city. When we arrived, I went to the bathroom and locked the door. After that, I went to the bedroom and locked the door there, too, leaving her to sleep on the living room couch. In the meanwhile, Lynn and her friend had gone back to my house to sleep, but because I wasn't there, they ended up sleeping on the stairs. When I woke up the next afternoon, I felt terrible and then realized I wasn't in my house. I found my belongings and went to the living room. The girl whose house it was said, 'Finally, you're up!' and told me what had happened, adding, 'You kept locking doors wherever you go; did you think I was going to rape you?' Then she asked me if I knew where I was. 'No,' I said, looking out the window, and not believing her when she said we weren't in Chengdu. The beautiful weather should have been a clue. Feeling like an ass for what I did to my friends, I rushed down to get a cab home. 'Yulin Bei Jie,' I said, but none of the drivers seem to understand. Finally, I said 'Chengdu,' and they all started laughing. One agreed to take me home—when we got there, the meter said 280. I had a terrible headache but an awesome memory and an epic night."
The Unintentional Partier
"Just months after I had arrived in China, at the end of a late Friday meeting, my boss decided to pull out a bottle of baijiu and start passing bowls of baijiu around to the employees in the meeting room. Not being familiar with the game, I emptied one bowl, and then was surprised to learn I had to keep going. We drank and drank, with guys periodically going to the restroom. Suddenly I realized I was going to vomit, so I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I spotted the puke on the carpet, I realized those guys hadn't been going to relieve their bladders after all. I made a quick escape after that, ditching my bicycle in the office parking lot and flagging down a taxi. I wasn't done barfing, so being courteous, I rolled down the window and hung my head out. When we arrived at my apartment, the driver came out to inspect the damage and saw the vomit running down the side of the door. He was not happy. In my drunken state, I was thinking, Well, geez, at least I didn't do it in the backseat. Instead I just shouted 'duibuqi! half a dozen times, stuffed the money into his hand, and ran up the stairs to my bed."
This article was first published in CHENGDOO citylife Magazine, issue 65 ("animals").
Photo by Ling Jia.