dude. my tv isn't working, so I've been watching my building's security cameras. It is noon on Sunday and two ridiculously drunk girls just stumbled into the building, teetering on their high heels, smashing into the walls. Leaving the front door wide open. It's better than HBO. maybe not. Of course it is noon on Sunday and I'm still in my underwear, unshowered, and desperately in need of a haircut.
last night I had dinner in Wan Chai, at a mexican restaurant surrounded by neon encrusted strip clubs with names like Hawaii House and Bunny Lounge. apparently it used to be the red light district where all the sailors would go to do the things that sailors do. Hello Sailor.
last night I finally did Lan Kwai Fong. Which means I stood in the street, with a beer and talked at the top of my lungs with 87% of the expats on Hong Kong Island. It was ridiculous and such a good time, but now it's noon on Sunday and I'm still in my underwear, unshowered and desperately in need of a haircut and some noodles.
oh and there are a pair of cheesy LED sunglasses next to the bed. I sincerely hope this is the only instance of idiotic gweilo quackery I get into. that's right we were the schmo's at the club wearing blinky raver kid sunglasses at night. I now give you permission to call me Corey Hart, everyone at the office calls me money bags.
