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Lad’s Night Out

Right, well, it seems that all my other friends who have blogs and who participated in the Lad’s/Ladies night out on Friday seem to have already posted their account of the night’s events up already. Nope it’s not because I was particularly hung-over that I didn’t post it up yet, but I’ve just been a little lazy and busy at the moment too.

Now I’m back at work for my daily quota of turning up to work, I have some more time to type up the sordid events of that night up.

Let’s start with a bit of background. It all started on the Loop. The girls were organising their own Ladies Night out, and they did expressly challenge us to arrange a guy’s night out. Well, after a heated discussion in the forum and one night at ToTT’s, the battle lines were drawn and the rules were set - both sexes would compete to have the best and wildest night out.

Now, imagine this. I set up a separate “Girl’s” and “Guys” forum discussion area on Wednesday night, and by lunch time, the number of posts by the girls had reached 46 while the guys plodded along with a respectable 6 posts. It seems the girls were much more competitive about this than we were. I should have guessed that on since Amy was bouncing around like a dynamo in heat with ideas of the Wednesday night.

Well, we pretty much gave up on the idea of competing against the girls. The only wild ideas that we came up with (apart from going to Macau), was to shave our hair off and go to a strip club. Apart from that our goal was just to have fun.

So to the night…

We started by getting our heads shaved by my friend Julian at Salon Esprit. He’s not exactly bald but close to it himself. So he thanked us for supporting his own hairstyle. It was Assaf, James and myself that were going for the old baldy look. I was the first to go with my hair, probably because I had the most to lose. Assaf and James, by my reckoning, were already on their way there.

A lovely lady, who looked like she was mainland Chinese, washed all three of our heads before the final cut. I joked to Assaf, who was the last to go, that she probably spent less time massaging and caressing (sorry, shampooing) his head because she knew that it was pointless since we were going to lose all of it anyway. The way that both Assaf and myself were looking at her, she could have been the first victim of the night. I could certainly have done with those head massages for free.

The head shave actually turned out not that bad for me. For Assaf and James, well, they looked okay too. I turned out to look more like a monk or a prisoner in those stupid gowns they make you wear in a salons. James turned out to look like a skin head (you know, the smaller, smarter one’s who you know are in charge of the larger brutes). I didn’t see Assaf during his shave but when I saw him later, he had a brown leather jacket on and he looked like a Lithuanian mob boss.

Well, we all had different dinner arrangements so we met up at Klong at about 11. We started the night off with two jugs of Mekong Sours. Klong wasn’t exactly the most happening place in the world so we buggered off to the Firehouse for our quota of sauciness. I’m not sure I quite want to share with everyone the joys we had in that place, needless to say it wasn’t anything special. James and Eyal, who had to behave ‘em selves, spent most of their time talking with each other while Assaf and myself got more acquainted with the lovely ladies who gave up their precious time (and clothes) to entertain us.

We went onto Groovy Mule which is a copycat of Coyote Ugly with girls dancing on the bars and singing songs. Also, there were too many guys there. But we did get to see Eyal sing a little so it was worth it. I have the film evidence to prove it.

Fenwick’s was the next port of call. I’d been there once before and it’s, shall I say a dive. I mean. It’s a place where men can be as obnoxious as they want and get away with it. Not that we were being obnoxious, but there were plenty of people there who were. Like the guy who wanted to show us that his gf or bird that he just pulled had the largest pair of tits and did so by lifting her up and pointing them in our direction.

James and I did bump into an ex-colleague and another chappy that James knew. I took a walk around the place by myself. There are some interesting conversation that go on.

American guy: “You don’t remember me, do you?”

Filipina girl : “Of course, I do.” (Smiles sweetly).

American guy: “Then what’s my name?”

I got shouted at or propositioned when I spent just a little too long looking at a pair of solitary ladies. I think it was the latter because they didn’t start chasing after me. Or it could have been the former. I couldn’t really care less since this place was literally a meat market that you could stick yer arm out and grab a woman like you could a beer. Sounds harsh, but that pretty much summed that place up.

Which was probably the reason why it was a mistake to go to somewhere marginally more civilized like Insomnia in LKF straight afterwards. We did some dancing although I began to lose track of what exactly other people were doing. I made the mistake of brushing my ass against some woman who took it personally (hey, she started it, I just got the wrong signal!!!!). Well it looked up when I started chit chatting with this Japanese girl. I think we were hitting it off although at times it looked like she was more interested in el revez than me (damn him with his rapier wit and oozing charm), but the matter concluded itself when her friends dragged her to another bar. Washout two.

We made our way to the Hot Dog place next to drop. James and Eyal started off on a serious theological debate about something. At this point Assaf said something that made me piss myself with laughter and which is probably something that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. When I asked him what his view point was, he said, “It’s all pointless, do you really think He cares?”. Which is bad, because I do think that God does care about us, but he had a point - why on earth would a supreme being at all be concerned with the petty things that we do to please Him?

After the dogs, we drifted towards the old Liquid which is now imaginatively called New. Dead. So we drifted onto Drop, which I hate because it’s so crowded. I mean who the hell has fun when you can’t even breathe or move? Sure, it’s one of the most exclusive places in town with a membership list but I think it’s a case of the “emporer’s new clothes”. The owners have pulled a fast one on the unsuspecting affluent trendies of Hong Kong. “Why yes, small and claustraphobic means more exclusive, sir. Suits you sir.” Idiots. Needless to say, we didn’t get in although don’t let it be said that I didn’t try, but I was more than happy to be speeding off back to Wan Chai to be as obnoxious as I could be to the ladies of seedy places like Joe Bananas and Dusk to Dawn.

Well, we met up the ladies at Joe Bananas (not my choice!!!!!) and they seemed to be having an okay time of it. Assaf and I managed to drag our sorry pussy whipped friends off to Dusk to Dawn, but the damage was done. The girls followed us over to D2D eventually and the night degenerated into more fun I believe for the guys who had girlfriends. For Assaf and myself, we found our own entertainments. ‘Nuff said. Will post the photos when I have time tonight!