Friday (delayed)

My Lien:
$1 vodkas got the night started. My cell rang. A 001 call. The US. Young woman on the line: "Do I want to open an online FOREX trading account?" No. I want to get back to staring at the waitress's ass. Nice girl. Red thong today. Dig. My bro's telling me about a steady of his. She's back in town after a whirlwind tour of SE Asia with a lesbian sugar mamma. Says she's leaving the woman: she's bored, wants to be back in KH, she, "no like fuck lady", etc, ect.....Her story may be bullshit, but I want to know more. Maybe an interview is in order:

"Tell me about Shaving Night....Did she punish you when you were bad...?" Tell lies that excite me.

My Lien was uneventful until the French woman - large, drunk, and babbling - started making conversation in French and English. It looked like she was going to get grabby, and since she wasn't passing her joint, we decided to move on.*

Sharky:
Lots of people out Friday night. We split a bottle of vodka ($20) and settled in. My bro found a busty woman with a cute face and a warm heart. Wholesome country girl. She was busty because she was pregnant. (He got his milk on and his $500 camera stolen. We'll go hunting for it Sunday.) We yapped until the lights came on. I remember nothing.

Martini:
It was almost 2 by the time I got to the Big M. The disco was dead but the outdoor area was still happening. I ran into an old friend, "Golden Shower girl."We headed to the Heart.

Heart of Darkness:
Got there about 3 and it was still kind of packed. I remember a sea of White dudes dancing with each other. Not the gay kind; more like the NGO-I don't do taxi girls- kind. Ok, 6 of one - 1/2 dozen of the other you might say, but,... I prefer it to a house full of drunk and unpredictable Khmers. I rarely go to the Heart these days, but if the crowd is safe, it's air-con, dark, and open, and the djs are pretty good. Didn't even get the usual gaggle of ladyboy spectators when I went to piss. (FYI: Vodka: $1.50, Bud: $2.50)

Howies:
Full house at 4am. Rapped with the other vampires, blazed a j, drank some more, and finally had one of his sausages. I remember getting bit twice, slapped once, and burned with a ciggarette. I love Howies. I love Phnom Penh.


(*Note: My Lien is not really smoke-friendly)