moving day

well, today marks the end of my slim margin by which i could be considered an adult.  Today I am moving in with a 51 year old woman, who self-admittedly is a depressed alcoholic.  At times I do like to think of my life as a social experiment, so, I suppose this could just feed into that...it beats thinking I have no friends in HK.  let's see how this goes...

meat free march

My challenge for march was to be vegetarian...i still ate fish, but that's a regular vegetarian thing to do, right? All in all this challenge was pretty easy.  I don't like cooking meat because i feel like i'm never handling it correctly (hahaha, i know, make your own joke here).  there was one hungover morning when i thought i had bought a fish sandwich from a bakery, but after consuming the whole thing and a couple hours later thinking how delicious it was i realized it was probably a chicken patty...but still not red meat, so that's not too bad for a hungover blunder.  see ya march.

call me...maybe

So saturday night I went out in wanchai with jen becks and their respective fellows.  It all started out tamely enough, happy hour drinks followed by beer pong.  There was this guy in the beer pong bar who was making eyes at me, and pinched my ass at one point (usually i'm not into such brute behaviour, but sometimes i like a bit of sass).  After our painfully long game of beer pong...we were all so shit, we went to drink outside of a bar on a stoop.  Then, I remembered i had a "call me maybe" in my bag so i filled it out and went back to the bar to give it to the guy...but he wasn't there anymore.  So, we drank for a bit longer and then my friend samantha came by and joined us.  Soon jen and becks and their respective fellows rolled out so samantha and i headed to dusk til dawn.  Sam is a hell of a friend to drink with, i don't remember being without a rum and coke in my hand the whole night...but i also don't remember that much.  I ended up talking to this guy who was from Louisiana and i'm sure i thought i was making a million clever south jokes, but was probably just being an ass.  Anyway, i had that "call me maybe" already to go so i gave it to him.  his response, "Do you just go out with these pre-filled out?" Yeah, fair enough guy.  

one of my still un-filled out call me maybes

The next memory I have is being in the bathroom and my flip flop had broken.  I don't know what my deal is with defunct flip flops, but it seems to be a recurring thing.  I was in danger of being kicked out if my shoes were not to regulation.  A waitress came in and gave me some tape to try to make it work...but it just wasn't.  Then, I had a stroke of genius!  I had a hair tie on my wrist so i put that around the flip flop and my foot, and BAM, its a proper shoe again!!

Next memory, I think I was talking to an asian guy with a western accent...nothing else to go on there.

I woke up in my bedroom the next morning, very confused.  I was meant to spend the night at jenna's house and go on a boat trip the next morning...not be in my own apartment.  I have a feeling I brought someone home with me, and here is why.  There is a pack of cigarettes in my house...i do not smoke.  Also, there is a small notebook i keep by my bed, i noticed it was on the floor so i picked it up and could see where i'd drunkenly tried to write my number, but only got the first 5 digits, mostly illegible, but then the second page had been torn out as thought I had given it to someone.  Then, the worst clue of all.  This could be considered pretty gross, so warning do not keep reading if you can't hang.  I recall someone wanting to go home with me, but i protested I couldn't have sex because I was on my period, so i remember thinking this after i woke up and saw that i had missed the boat, so i laid down and slept on the couch for a bit.  When, I got up from my couch nap, around 1pm i went back and looked in my bedroom and saw my diva cup just lying on the bed (the diva cup is a silicon cup that can be used instead of a tampon, its earth friendly, and i can be a hippy at times).  So, what the fuck.  Did i have sex?  I sure didn't feel like I'd had sex, so if i did it must have been with an asian.  And making things even stranger, just that friday I had gotten an STD test done, and my receipt for that was on my bedside table.  Could I be any more of a whore?!?  But, i trust my body, and I really don't think I had sex.

Anyway, so I had a message on my phone from someone named sam (not the friend i was drinking with...a new sam).  I was meant to meet up with him tonight, but I cancelled because I'm just getting over the stomach flu, and turns out he flied out tomorrow...to where I have no idea.  Then, I had a missed call from the "call me maybe" guy, but by the time i got back to him he had gone back to Louisiana.  That is the equivalent of a triple strike out in one night...NEW RECORD!!!!

**total sidenote, but equally hilarious is the next morning I got a message from my friend sam (short for samantha) that she remembered little to nothing from the previous night, but the cops had come to her house on sunday and apparently she had punched a taxi driver the night before and he was pressing charges...too make this even more hilarious she is the smallest most petite girl ever, but i guess she still packs a punch.  I have sense talked to her and the charges have been dropped, so all's well that ends well!!!