Before coming to Shanghai, I was excited at the prospect of going to the top of the Oriental Pearl TV tower. There's really no good reason for the excitement. I'm not particularly found of heights and the structure isn't especially aesthetically pleasing (some have referred to it as an alien anal probe) but I figured that since it seems to be such a symbol of Shanghai, I couldn't leave the city without going up. And so I did.
To kick off the Jen-Sean-birthday-weekend extravaganza, a few of us went up, up, up to the middle ball and looked around, then went up a short staircase to the revolving restaurant and after dinner we explored the top ball.
Waiting for the elevator to the top ball, a woman decided that she had to be the first one on to the elevator. I stood my ground, elbows out, and was determined that she did not have to be the first on. When the doors opened, Sean, who was in front of me, stepped back so as to block the woman and ushered the rest of us on. Yet even as we made our way on to the elevator, the woman bombarded our line of defense and made sure she was on the elevator. What she didn't account for was the rest of her friends not being able to get on. After she looked around at all the Westerner faces that surrounded her and saw that her friends were still outside, she pushed and shoved her way off of the elevator.
After this adventure, we poked around the top ball, took some photos and called it a day.
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