taken in the wee hours of 16 October 2011 Last Saturday night, at Shake Shake (2/F, On Hing Building, near Beijing Club). Alex got us into some high profile birthday party that night (the spoiled son of some Chinese mafia millionaire, would be my guess.. please don’t kill me if you read this). We were ushered into private rooms (think walls that open as doors) with open bar (if you wanted, you could serve yourself from Belvedere bottles lying around as if they didn’t cost like HKD$1,500+ per bottle), black jack rooms, beer pong room, karaoke rooms, etc.  Now, that day, idiotically (as usual), I ate nothing but a salmon and potato sandwich at like 3pm. I dropped by the flat at CSW and did makeshift karaoke and bonding with the Mexicans all afternoon, and then got some stuff to bring over the the new flat at TST before dinner. But dinner did not happen. I got stuck at home procrastinating and skyping with someone across the universe (haha) and ended up not emerging from TST until midnight-ish (I should’ve had dinner with the Mexicans at that Lebanese restaurant in Central or with Mariam etc. at Wan Chai).  So when I did manage to get my butt out of the flat, I was starved. Hence, I was pretty much awful company (sorry Alex, Sav, Jazz, Dave, etc..). All I could think about was food the whole night. From meeting up outside Shake Shake to doing karaoke inside the club, I was trying to convince people to go get some food with me, but they had all eaten by that time. Now that I think about it, I must have been really annoying. hehe. My emaciation was reason enough for me to not take advantage of the free flowing drinks, and likewise the reason for me to attack the paltry hors d’oeuvre (nothing really, just nachos and peanuts), semi-subtly, laid out on the tables at the karaoke room. After Alex won substantial amounts of Black Jack money at Shake Shake, the group decided to head to Hyde on Lyndhurst Terrace in Centralfor some dancing. Strangely, some local girl came to me and introduced me to her boyfriend and to his friend, and started dancing with me and telling me how beautiful I was. Ah, Hong Kong. The night ended with me escaping Hyde through a random exit, changing from 6-inch-heels to flats on the sidewalk, buying water and lozenges at 7-11, and walking alone to this crazy-ass minibus line that, for the first time since I’ve seen it, stretched past the corner of Coach and up Lan Kwai Fong proper.  PS. The song widget is “Take Over Control” [Radio Edit] by Afrojack ft. Eva Simons - this song is virtually inescapable in LKF/Wan Chai at night, so I’ve decided to embrace it..

taken in the wee hours of 16 October 2011

Last Saturday night, at Shake Shake (2/F, On Hing Building, near Beijing Club).

Alex got us into some high profile birthday party that night (the spoiled son of some Chinese mafia millionaire, would be my guess.. please don’t kill me if you read this). We were ushered into private rooms (think walls that open as doors) with open bar (if you wanted, you could serve yourself from Belvedere bottles lying around as if they didn’t cost like HKD$1,500+ per bottle), black jack rooms, beer pong room, karaoke rooms, etc. 

Now, that day, idiotically (as usual), I ate nothing but a salmon and potato sandwich at like 3pm. I dropped by the flat at CSW and did makeshift karaoke and bonding with the Mexicans all afternoon, and then got some stuff to bring over the the new flat at TST before dinner. But dinner did not happen. I got stuck at home procrastinating and skyping with someone across the universe (haha) and ended up not emerging from TST until midnight-ish (I should’ve had dinner with the Mexicans at that Lebanese restaurant in Central or with Mariam etc. at Wan Chai). 

So when I did manage to get my butt out of the flat, I was starved. Hence, I was pretty much awful company (sorry Alex, Sav, Jazz, Dave, etc..). All I could think about was food the whole night. From meeting up outside Shake Shake to doing karaoke inside the club, I was trying to convince people to go get some food with me, but they had all eaten by that time. Now that I think about it, I must have been really annoying. hehe.

My emaciation was reason enough for me to not take advantage of the free flowing drinks, and likewise the reason for me to attack the paltry hors d’oeuvre (nothing really, just nachos and peanuts), semi-subtly, laid out on the tables at the karaoke room.

After Alex won substantial amounts of Black Jack money at Shake Shake, the group decided to head to Hyde on Lyndhurst Terrace in Centralfor some dancing. Strangely, some local girl came to me and introduced me to her boyfriend and to his friend, and started dancing with me and telling me how beautiful I was. Ah, Hong Kong.

The night ended with me escaping Hyde through a random exit, changing from 6-inch-heels to flats on the sidewalk, buying water and lozenges at 7-11, and walking alone to this crazy-ass minibus line that, for the first time since I’ve seen it, stretched past the corner of Coach and up Lan Kwai Fong proper. 

PS. The song widget is “Take Over Control” [Radio Edit] by Afrojack ft. Eva Simons - this song is virtually inescapable in LKF/Wan Chai at night, so I’ve decided to embrace it..