Friday night out on the town

So I decided to have a rockin Friday night and go out for dinner at the KFC down the street. It's about a 2 mile bike ride, so no worries getting there. (although there were an unusually large number of men wizzin on the side of the street tonight. Not sure why).
Made it to KFC and locked up my bike on the bike rack. When in with my extensive mandarin skills and was committed to ordering something Western. Turns out ordering food in a KFC can be done entirely without talking. I point to the little picture on the counter. She points to the side options with a questioning look on her face. I point to the french fries. She points at the ground and then out the window. I point at the ground and my order has been placed. Turns out the only whole chicken pieces they sell are wings (would have been nice to have a breast, but at least it wasn't the feet). They also had 'processed' chicken patties, but that made me nervous as one picture had a cross section through a sandwich and the patty looked like the climax scene from Aliens where there are all kinds of bugs and critter climbing all over each other. I went with the wings.
So the pictures go in order from there. 1) A nice pleasant place setting at KFC. 2) A polished off meal at KFC. 3) The emergency sprint to the chinese toilet to accomodate the fact that my body has not had deep fried food in a long time. It wasn't much, but I was pretty thankful for anything I could get.

The beer pictures were from the grocery store right next door to the kfc. It was alot like walmart, but with more beer. I thought it odd (in a lovely, quaint sort of way) that you could buy PBR in the small bottle, the 40 oz bottle, the tall can, the short can, and the short can with a different label. I had no idea that PBR made so many different 'varieties' of offerings. Its even pretty reasonable (which maybe I should have expected), but it was not the cheapest as that award went to the blue diamond at $.30 a can. (which I thought the cans looked an awful lot like the PBR cans. I think blue diamond is taking a page out of PBR's american playbook). Oh, and the final PBR can with the WWII dedication to the American soldier. Not sure if this helps sell american beer to chinese folks who can't read english or not. I appreciated the sentiment even if my fellow Changchuners might not.

It was refreshing to see bags of cheetohs and lays potato chips for $.50 each.
I thought the shopping cars were sweet. They had wheels on the bottom and two handles. One so you could pull the cart around like a piece of luggage and one if you wanted to sling the cart under your arm. Pretty nifty little design action there.
The bunny rabbit was just a fun picture of the security guard stand at our apartment. Not sure if the bunny is meant to create an ominous tough guy persona for the security guard, but if it is, it's not working. He's just a nice little short man who smiles and waves alot. Not sure I am any safer with him in the building, but at least he is a pleasant beginning and ending to my days.