"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.
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Sweetest combination is the main reason people go there clubbing. By the way things/men look way better after few shots of tequila.
There was once I happened to stay at a bar till 4 AM, after last call since one of my friend was too wasted(broaken heart drunker is a sucker) to get on his feet, I saw a girl walking in bright light (yes the PUB staff turned on the light in last few minutes) who we all thought hot and sexy, she turned out to be a tired and old with heavy make up lady dressing a "too reveling one piece in her age". Well, in my case it's quite a bummer. So people say alcohol does no good to human being, from my point of view, it helps people to look around with different/exotic/even prettier feelings. It has same function as plastic surgery, but comes with less pain, costs less money.(of course, the effect is temporary.)
One of a friend who is labeled "Big time player" sets up several valuable and still considered helpful golden rules, here are 2 of them:
1.NEVER pick up a girl after YOU loaded, unless you have higher tolerance to different shocking level.
2.However, can absolutely pick up a hot girl when SHE is loaded (not too much loaded, you don't want to hold her hair while she's puking), BUT, check on her ID first.
Wise, wise player. (He suffered a lost "post-clubbing" drama when he was a rookie)
I happened to have a close friend during my beginning 20ies (now I am already 28) which at that time could truly be considered THE player.
I never figured out how the same sentences could had so much different reaction in girls depending on the owner: let's say me or him.
If it was me, they just turned around and walked away.
If it was him, they laughed, give him a soft punch and got closer to hear more rubbish.
However, I got matured (did I say already I am 28?) and realized the key difference.
He just did not care at all about that particular girl or reaction, I did...a lot.
Whenever I faced a deny, I felt sad...to him was just a moment, lost in memory after the very first second.
So, it is correct to say he was playing with high numbers...kind of Wal Mart with massive waves of customers every week end vs a tiny classy shop with the usual faces showing up (supposed to be me).
Once I was watching this couple (boy & girl) performing quite a sexy dance on dancefloor...definitely every other guy assumed game over for them...everyone but him.
He somehow found a light between those 2 bodies and forced himself into that space, facing the girl.
"so, baby...who's this idiot just behind me?"
his best move ever....MAESTRO
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