And then right after class, we all headed straight to Xi'an. It started out normally, saw the Terra Cotta Warriors, ate lots of Chinese food, etc. But then on Friday, I went to a club with a whole bunch of people. Once it got past midnight, the others in the group gradually began to leave, but a friend of mine wanted to stay so I stayed with him. For some reason, he went effing crazy once everyone left and got super drunk... and at around 1AM, I was wandering around the club and realized I couldn't find him. I found and talked to two of the drunk ass Chinese girls my friend was dancing with, but they repeatedly told me that they "couldn't understand any of my Chinese." Umm, thanks? So I freaked out by myself in the club for half an hour before finally deciding to take a taxi back home.

Of course, the taxi cab driver ended up being a disgusting motherfucker who would NOT stop hitting on me even though I made it very clear that he was annoying me. Anyway, I managed to get back to the hotel safely, cursing all the way to the building, then freaked out in the hotel for a little while longer. At this point, the thoughts going through my head went something like: What if he got KIDNAPPED?? What if he's DEAD??? etc. etc.

Anyway, with the help of the Xi'an police, we managed to find him the next day. Apparently, he had wandered out of the club, took his shoes off before exiting the club for some reason, walked around shoeless in a nearby alleyway all night, lost his cellphone, his socks, and his belt somehow. He also pulled a muscle in his left thigh and doesn't remember how that happened either.