Are You A Kung Fu Master?

Packing time. Our trip on Saturday is looming, and I still haven't packed. But you know how it is when you have to do something: you just keep putting it off, and off, and off. Today was kind of like that. Except at about 4, I found something better than watching Ocean's Eleven to distract me.

I talked to Chris, and we came up with the idea of going to see Chinese Martial Arts. After securing Julia and Elle to come with us, we checked ticket prices, and decided to meet at Taiping Jiaozi guanr (太平饺子馆儿) for dinner. It's just a small, almost hole in a wall restaurant close to school that a lot of people go to for meals. I met Chris there, and Julia and Elle were on their way (meaning they came half an hour later.)

We took a taxi to the theatre, because we only knew the name, not where it was. As it turns out, when we got there, the tickets we wanted were 380 RMB, not 300, but there was a 30% discount if you had your student ID. Me, Elle, and Chris had ours, so we got our tickets for cheaper. Julia didn't, but it didn't matter. The math hurt our heads, so we all just paid 300. It worked out, somehow.

After a quick trip to the convenience store next to the theatre (to buy drinks, cookies, and banana chips) we went inside to get our seats. It was a pretty impressive theatre, and jut about all the seats were good seats (but our were really good.)