Through the Ages

We got out of school on Thursday, so my workmates and I planned on doing a mini bar crawl on Wednesday.  We managed to make it to three bars before we decided to fuck it and just go to Wan Chai.  Around midnight my co-workers started to dwindle until it was just me, and girl who used to work at our school and was just visiting for the week from Australia and a random girl from Germany who was travelling that we had just met earlier.  Australia decided she was going to work on this group of older dudes to get them to buy her drinks.  The oldest guy of the bunch, 60 ish started talking to me.  It was a pleasant chat, nothing weird, and I think I have a certain all-american-clean-cut-goodie-two-shoes granddaughter appeal about me.  Next thing I looked over and Australia had taken her shirt off and was just standing on the street in her bra and tights spinning around to show all these crusty guys her tattoos.  German and I were a little gobsmacked, but tried to shrug it off, to each their own.  Few minutes later, some of the other guys joined our convo and then directed out attention to Australia making out with one of the guys, which is more interesting when she had spend the earlier bits of the evening talking about her live-in boyfriend back in Australia.  The guy she was making out with broke free and came over to ashamedly mumble, "That girl is crazy."  That was the last I saw of Australia.   The convo with the old guy took an unfortunate, but ultimately foreseeable, turn when he began telling me he and his wife had a "very open marriage."  Apparently my granddaughter vibes were not strong enough, so we politely parted ways.

German and I went to another late hours bar because this was her first night out in HK, and I wanted to show her all the hot spots...and by that I mean Amazonia and Dusk Til Dawn, the first is half live music half prostitute bar and the second is just where all the late night scraps go to keep drinking and dancing.  I went outside with German because she is a smoker and then this kid comes up to me, and within the first two minutes asks how old I am.  I tell him I'm 30, and he says, "NO!  I would have thought 25...26 max," and because its that point of drunk where you just repeat everything he says this over and over.  The first time is flattering, or rather I know I should take it as flattery, but when it just keeps going on and on, I was about to lose it.  Then, he tells me to just lie to him about my age, I declined.  He is professing his love for me, when this creep comes over and takes a fancy to Germany, of course, I know the creep, so I try to encourage Germany to give him a chance, but she is not interested, and really, I can't blame her.

The positive side of me wants to congratulate myself for being hit on my guys with a 40 year span, leading me to believe I have mass appeal...but my logical side is not too impressed with this.

Bad Sport

In conclusion, we all lost.  I also haven't been back to this bar since, but I think if I went there I would still be allowed in.  Keeping hope alive.

Piss Bar

Yeah, ok, sometimes I frequent a pub called Piss Bar.  When Caitlin moved to Kowloon side she found this little gem a couple doors down from her apartment.  We started going here a lot.

Apparently we went there so much the girl who worked there knew how once we started we could never stop, so she gave us some economic advice.

Or life advice...I'm not sure