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Il mio nuovo coinquilino....meraviglioso

The forbidden cocktails and the revolution of theory of the "why"

"didn't go out tonight?"

"don't know....actually feel like to hang out. Sitting in some bar with live music, watching at people around me, judging their moves and poses while sipping my cocktail. It's none of my business, I know, but I am quite good at it."

That's how it started.

So I strolled down to LKF finally making true the common stereotype which wants a young, handsome expatried guy (supposed to be me) being a big fun of the place.

Hi Folks, eventually I am one of you....yeah.

I picked up "Insomnia" which can usually provide quite good cover band live concerts.

When I got in the band was already rocking.

5 members: 2 leading voices (one male and one female so equal opportunity party is fine), 1 at the drums, 2 with guitars.

Female singer was absolutely stunning; her voice was most of the time warm and soft, but easily able to raise in highness or increase its power.

Strong, vibrant.

I adore that...I can easily get caught in it and never leave.

Place didn't betray my expectations, I thought.

Ok, time for my cocktail.

I don't happen to be keen of super alcoholics.

I personally don't love Vodka and truly find Gin just orrible.

I like once in a while rum, can enjoy tequila and definitely love martini.

Red martini.

Speaking about red martini, I do find its best combination is along with campari and club soda.

That is called "americano".

"americano"

red martini 1/3

campari 1/3

club soda 1/3

if you really want to get rid of your health, you can replace club soda with gin (orrible).

That is called "negroni".

However, it doesn't really matter since I discovered that in Hong Kong you just can't get any "americano". Bar tenders simply have no clue what it is and, in case you just offer them the receipt, they will charge you 3 times the price (3 ingredients = 3 times the price, easy math).

americano, mai tai...forbidden cockatils....fuck.

So I came back to my "checking funny dancing moves" position with a lousy beer (not in a mood for red campari only) and discovered that my area has been just populated by a couple of human beings, males, 40 something, italians (sigh).

Cocktails on hands, their main activity was to approach all the girls in the perimeter yelling (yes, yelling) at them some stuff. You may note that yelling at people right after having heavily drank can likely include spitting. Tasteful combination

"HEI! WHY ARE YOU SO SAD?"

"HI! WHAT'S WRONG? WHY YOU DON'T DANCE?"

so far so good, more or less. Kind of standard approach....you keep doing that hoping to encounter a sort of reply such as "I was sad because you were not here...and yes, I was waiting for you to dance"....never occured to me, but it may be worth keep on trying.

"HEI YOU! WHY ARE YOU HAPPY?"

wow...this is new....a revolution is coming.