Green Excuse

Ahhh, St. Patty's Day. The international excuse for getting f'n trashed ... or just to have some fun in green.

And I, thanks to Steffany, went to a party ... the first party I've been to in Hong Kong. Yeah, the perfect excuse for the FIRST PARTY! It was an ok party. Lots of people ... lots of Europeans, Asians but even more Americans. It could have been something happening 16 hours later in California. It was strange to watch the Chinese students (all from the Mainland) though, to find their way to just spend a few moments talking to foreigners. They would approach at awkward moments, introduce themselves and sit themselves down all in one snipper attack motion. Kind of interesting that they showed up to the party just to "talk." Most of them don't drink alcohol and have never in their lives. Many didn't know what was obviously in the jello shot. And almost none realized that the foreigners wanted nothing but some drinks, ass, and lack of memory. Quite the interesting situation. However, I did meet a very nice couple of about 29 who would like to befriend me more than just to practice English, which was pleasant.

I also met a couple of Texans, Kummal and Morten, both MBA students. Kummal is 29 and seems to think that he can overcome my intentional "oblivion" to his moves by keeping at it, though it wasn't a bad and terrible kind of move. Morten, who's 31, is actually more fun than many 21 year olds. His middle name is THOR, which I think is very awesome. I also met Amber, from NC, who is 29 and is very pretty. She was wearing earrings that match my necklace, and we bonded from that point on out. Jaime, 20, is Canadian, but is from Seattle. She is crazy, and she likes dancing. She took 12 years of ballet, though she likes freak dancing and pole moves more. She seems to like partying with me, because I like dancing, too. She feels that I would be excellent on the pole, but we didn't get the chance to find out. Rene is 23 and is quite the gentleman in terms of manners from what I have seen. He is from Germany, though I believe his family is French. His first name is French. His last name, Didion, is French. He knows French. And he calls me Alain (sp?), which is the French version of my name. I love it! Now I have Elena, which would be Spanish and Italian, and Alain in French.

Including Steffany, all 7 of us went to the bar street. The kick off was a Flaming Dr. Pepper, then some other stuff I don't quite remember, but I didn't drink that much, I don't think. We danced and drank the night away until 5 am. Ahhh, so much fun!! Social interactions! I'm lovin' it!