February 2nd my boyfriend’s littlest brother turned 18 years old, which made me feel like a middle aged broad, past my prime. February 2nd also happens to be the Chinese New Years Eve, and living in Chinatown, it’s definitely hard to ignore. I was sitting in bed on the night of February 2nd being a studious little Emersonian when it sounded like a street fight between a band of gongs, drums and the Chinese military was outside my window at 11:45pm. I tried to ignore it and finish up reading about Hillary Clinton’s failed run for president… but the curious journalist and inside me kept screaming, “Who the hell cares about Hillary! There’s firecrackers and Chinese dragons outside!”

So at 11:48pm I jumped out of bed, ran outside and here’s what I saw…

Sometimes I feel like a manic depressant living in Chinatown. One day I’ll dig it hard because it takes five minutes to walk to class Emerson, and the next day I’ll be blown away by culture shock. It really is like America indoors and China outdoors.

PS: anyone know why they wear the doctors masks??