OK, let’s see.

Last week an old friend was in town so we popped out on Wednesday for a few drinks to catch up. Since he left HK four years ago, he got married, and though he takes fidelity very seriously, he fancied a tour of Wan Chai. No funny business, just popped into a few places for drinks and a chat. However, I met two nice girls. Well one lovely, one not too bad. Long story short, they like to ‘play’ together, and ended up round my place on Thursday, to, er, play. So, tick that off the list of things I must do. Lovely.

Oh, I forgot to mention the football loving local girl. The one that came round in the skimpy top and short skirt. Well, she came round to watch the Germany v Italy semi-final. She arrived at 10pm and we went straight to bed. Little strange. Nothing happened. Just went to sleep until 2.55am, when we got up to watch the game. I thought nothing was going to happen - she just wanted to watch the football. However, we had a bit of naughty half-time action, then the second half, extra time and penalties. Bed at 5.30ish, work at 9. Leeeeeetle bit tired. She’s 22. Lovely, but a bit of a nutter. Via SMS:

Me: You left your toothbrush at my place.
Her: I know. I thought I’d come to get it tonight, if you want to fuck me again. If not, just throw it away.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I passed. Was way too tired.

Totally forgot to call Take Me Home Safely High Maintenance Doris. Will have to call her tonight.

Last weekend was another leaving do for my mate. Six of us went to Macau on Saturday afternoon. Go-karting was fully booked, so we went bowling. I wish I had photos of the mall where the alley was. It was a dilapidated, half-empty shopping mall. More than half-empty really. The cooling in the place was mainly fan-based, so we all had a bit of a sweat on. The winner (ahem, me) won a bowling pin clock, which we then took out with us and got everyone to take a photo with us and the bowling pin clock.

After the bowling, which was supposed to be a nice easy start to the evening, but went wrong when we decided that every strike meant your team necked a can of lager (my second game went strike-strike-spare-strike-strike-spare), we headed over to Fernandos for a load of food, then back to town for a kip or a massage. Four of us opted for the massage. Golden Dragon I think the place was called. Great place. You, erm, get an assistant to help you shower. Well, you sit in a chair, they wash you. Interesting. Halfway through my shower, the lights went down and some sort of dance music started and around 40 girls paraded around the place in dresses. I couldn’t see a thing! I was sat the wrong way having my back washed! Anyway, that turned out to be the full monty. You chose a girl and went off with her, which I didn’t fancy, and opted for a legitimate massage. $500, so not exactly cheap for a 45 min massage, but the little shower helper was fun. Definitely worth the time-out anyway. Food had settled and we’d sobered up a little.

We then headed over to The Sands casino. I just watched the dancing girls. One lad lost three grand in about 10 mins, so I was happy with my decision! After that, we headed over to Al’s Diner at Fisherman’s Wharf - which reminded me of New Orleans. We just messed around, taking photos and drinking. Then it pissed it down and we headed to a disco. Dee Dees I think it was called. Something like that. More drinking and messing around.

So, some photos:

Good tazza
Interesting urinals
Singer
Erm, not suuuuuuure what’s going on here.
Random bowling pin clock guitarist 1
Random bowling pin clock guitarist 2
Mini Doris
Ah, the lovely singer. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. I think I liked her.
Random Doris. Again.
Male singer. Nice hat.
The DJ!!

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I ended up with 156 photos, but censoring them is just too much like hard work right now!

Home in the early dawn of Sunday with a lovely girl from Indonesia. Her name starts with an ‘R’ … so I kept getting her to say her name - ‘Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’. Love it. No photos of her I’m afraid. Well none that anyone but I can see. I was sharing a room with a mate, and he reported hearing:

“Don’t take photos.”
“I’m not taking photos!”
<FLASH>
“Stop taking photos.”
“I’m not taking photos!”
<FLASH>

She didn’t mind really. I offered to delete them. No need. Top girl, although she has called me 6 times since Sunday.

Anyway, that’s all for now. Off to watch series two of The Wire, which Jimmy Two Times put me on to. Watched series one last week. Love it.