sam’s brother + friend Josh got into town on Friday, and to celebrate, we headed out to a banquet dinner at southern barbarian where everyone stuffed their faces with yunnan food, the braver of us sampling a dish of deep fried bees (”bees?! BEADS. bees?! job’s not on board” aharharhar). afterwards, we walked for ages trying to find a cab, and instead ended up seeking refuge at the garden hotel, where we were treated to a view of the city, and bizarre, mid-90s-esque lounge singing sung by a Real Live lounge singer. from there, we walked (WALKED! shanghai, whaddup w/your lack of cabs?) to park 97 for the diesel party, another terrible brand party saved only by the fact that diplo + steve aoki were dj’ing. good music, douchey people, late nights. thanks, shanghai! xx. (ps. photo above by kidplastik).

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