Intercultural LOLs
Oct. 2nd, 2010 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bagheera_sanI love my Chinese flatmates. Three quarters of the time I don't understand a word of what they say, but that's okay.
Tonight we went to a party together. They said, "There's gonna be food and drinks." I said, "Guys, I don't think this is that kind of party. It's for dancing." They said, "No, no, it cost six pounds, it has to be food and drinks!" We went, and it was definitely one of the louder clubs I've been to, with a bar and dance/techno music. They went down-stairs and the music started, and immediately all the Chinese clapped their hands over their ears and looked quite horrified (my flatmates weren't the only ones). After maybe five minutes, they decided, no, this British party is horrible, and we want our money back. So the two guys go back to the ticket vendour/entrance thing, and try to ask for their money back. This doesn't work, maybe because of their English, maybe because they're just too polite, maybe because getting your money back at a club is just a silly idea. So I went instead, and at least got them their tickets back and they were all happy and we went back home. But they didn't complain afterwards, and were just happy to have escaped the noise.
In conclusion: I'm not just getting to know British culture, I'm getting to know Chinese culture, too. And I really wish I had studied Chinese.
Tonight we went to a party together. They said, "There's gonna be food and drinks." I said, "Guys, I don't think this is that kind of party. It's for dancing." They said, "No, no, it cost six pounds, it has to be food and drinks!" We went, and it was definitely one of the louder clubs I've been to, with a bar and dance/techno music. They went down-stairs and the music started, and immediately all the Chinese clapped their hands over their ears and looked quite horrified (my flatmates weren't the only ones). After maybe five minutes, they decided, no, this British party is horrible, and we want our money back. So the two guys go back to the ticket vendour/entrance thing, and try to ask for their money back. This doesn't work, maybe because of their English, maybe because they're just too polite, maybe because getting your money back at a club is just a silly idea. So I went instead, and at least got them their tickets back and they were all happy and we went back home. But they didn't complain afterwards, and were just happy to have escaped the noise.
In conclusion: I'm not just getting to know British culture, I'm getting to know Chinese culture, too. And I really wish I had studied Chinese.
