The Resurrection: The time I beat a teen with a pineapple.

I haven't blogged in a while, partly because I became lazy, and partly because I felt that I didn't have many exciting things to share. Buuuut with some encouragement from friends back home (Kiersten Brown) I have decided to resurrect my blog.

I've since moved to Yinchuan, Ningxia. This is my first blog post from China, and it marks 8 months living in Asia! On my 7 month anniversary, I celebrated by beating a teen (maybe a preteen) with a pineapple.

Here is a picture of the entrance to my apartment building. This photo is taken with the flash of my camera, but my apartment complex has no outside lights. I do realize that I am a bit of a pansy but I'm always a little bit nervous walking through dark places at night alone in a foreign country...call me crazy.

One night I was walking home after dinner with friends, holding a pineapple in a plastic bag that was given to me for free by a creepy middle aged Chinese man who runs the fruit stand by my apartment (that's a different story). There were kids playing some kind of game, one of them was holding something that looked like a plastic sword. I heard the boys say "It's the foreigner!" so they stopped playing. Thanks boys for the flattering introduction and wildly obvious statement regarding my nationality.

Anyways, the boys stopped playing and I walked on by towards my apartment building. Suddenly, the boy with the sword came straight towards me and grabbed me by the forearm. Cue fight or flight instincts. And terror. Without even thinking, I swung the pineapple like a sledgehammer. I'm talking full force swing, over my head, with all of my 5 foot 8 strength, into the upper back/neck of this kid...with my pineapple. Not really the ideal equipment to be armed with in a fight. I was horrified and frightened, so my first instinct was to beat the person who grabbed me by any means possible. This particular day, those means were in the form of the free tropical fruit I had in my hand.

 Well, the good news is that there was no fight. Because immediately after bludgeoning this Chinese teen with my pineapple, I see that he's blindfolded. Ummm what? It turns out, he was playing a game with his friends and thought I was one of them...cause he couldn't see me...cause he was blindfolded. Whoops.

I didn't apologize, and I'm not sorry at all. The only thing I am sorry about it losing that pineapple. I was going to eat that...