Each self respecting foreign population in Beijing organizes an annual ball. Mostly
directed from their embassy. Those balls are really expensive and everyone is dressed up
in dresses and black ties. I like to wear my tailor-made orange 3d-suite, or at
least start the night in it. Its just a lot of people sitting at big tables eating,
drinking, dancing and getting excited about a lucky draw. At closing time its
usually ok to snap a bottle of good whiskey for the road which in my case always
seems to lead to Maggies Bar. You dont want to know about this place so forget that.
Last ball I took a public bus in whats leftover of my orange 3d-suit at seven in the
morning. After the German ball I drove a taxi back home since the driver
wasnt there. Some
friends at the Brittisch ball
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Juggling at the
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