Right now I am an anti-Christ. And I am an anarchist. Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it. I want to destroy. --Megadeth, "Anarchy in the U.K."
The cult that is Beijing Bang kept trying to get the Beijing Ultimate community to drink its kool-aid at Saturday's party, prompting the phrase "No, I'm good with my beer, thanks" to be said at least 18 times -- only slightly fewer than Ken Su saying, "Motherfucker."
Also, we're not welcome at Alishan Hotpot anymore.
Other than that, it was good. Only six people died, and one of them doesn't play Frisbee.
An open letter from the event organizers:
Thanks to everyone who came out Saturday night to the Bang! Bang! Bang! event.
It was really great to see so many people out having a good time.
For those who couldn't make it and/or those who drank so much they cannot remember details, here's a bit of a recap:
Dinner at Alishan Hotpot at Xizhimen was an impressive sight to see with over 30 Gangsters lined up along both sides of what we believe to be the largest indoor food locomotive in Beijing (if not the world) which pulled cars filled with everything from extra soup to a wide array of veggies, seafood, meat, as well as condiments/tissue paper.
Notable outfits included Donald De Bona Brasco and his mafia girlfriend Helen, Fashionista C. Dice Lee kicking it old school complete with new age ghetto blaster, and Paisan Pelicano sporting shades, stubble, and a true italian wife beater.
Everyone took full advantage of the eat and drink all-you-can within 90 minutes as the entire Gang set into a giant feeding frenzy punctuated with non-stop bottles of Beijing Beer. Not that anyone needed any excuses to drink faster, but widespread participation of Caps (Yan Hao now knows that if a cap lands in his drink he needs to drink it all) increased consumption and also led to the restaurant confiscating most of the bottle caps and serving beer a bit slower.
After we shut down the restaurant we headed en masse to the heart of the Russian District and descended on Chocolate - The perfect Gangsta's Paradise, complete with gaudy decor, Russian dancers, dance floor poles, and plush 'private' booths.
Despite service slower than continental drift (apparently us frisbee Gangsters get less attention from the servers than the Eatern European mob crews or Chinese hotshots) the crew still managed to get through 6 bottles of Vodka which may be the excuse for some of the fun which included among other things:
- Yin exhausting the sugar and lemon inventories of the club to make pitchers of lemon drop shooters for everyone
- Joe climbing up half way to the ceiling on the dancing pole
- Adam getting up close and personal centre in the middle of the dance floor with what appeared to be a rather heavy-set Russian 'woman' that was double his weight.
- Tina using Tao as a punching bag after Tao was toying with her panda bag.
Also, we all apologise to Shen for not staying out past 3:30am as he was trying to contact us and join at that time - Next time for sure.
Thanks again to everyone who was able to make it and hope a good time was had by all.
We look forward to the next chance to party.
BJ Bang
Here are some pictures (remember that the party theme was "Gangsters"):
The DiMeo Family vs. the Triad?
Train bandit.
The fuwuyuans gather to discuss how best to kill us.
Poor Kelly.
Off to Chocolate, the Russian nightclub near Ritan Park.
Panda loved it.
Boehner had a good costume. Kevin and Therese were stylin'. Steven probably most resembled a 21st century mobster. Joe... no comment. But the best get-up award has to go to Brian Marterer, whose attire went so far beyond garish that it actually transcends tackiness and falls in a category between "sweet" and "unbelievable." We don't know what to call it...
