It's All About the Cell Structure

I hit Sharky last night to see what was up and check out the band. Here's what I can remember:

Ass-wipe Motodop:
I should have known...Always be wary of motos that smile and speak to you in English. Also, when the guy stops 40 ft away from the bar, it's because he's going to try and rip you off, and he doesn't want the other motos and security guards to see it. In the end, it was pitiful attempt to try and get $1 for a 50 cent ride. My advice: make him stop at the entrance. If he won't take the money, put it on the seat and walk away. Oh, and don't forget to tell him to Fuck Off.

Curtis King Band - Unplugged.
Very unplugged. They didn't play. The gig in Siem Reap was a hassle and the band was beat. Apparently, the rich Indians they were playing for had all sorts of special requests and were a real pain in the ass. Fuck it; the band will be back this way soon.

There's a New Vodka in Town.
It's cool. It's clear. It's organic. It's $25 a case. UK 5. "...UK5 Organic Vodka uses only the world’s purest water and the world’s finest organic grain which has a denser cell structure for making premium vodka..." It was the cell structure that made me drink so damn much of it last night. Goes down a bit too smoothly. I'd had 9 of them before I realized I was too drunk to walk a straight line to the bathroom, so I grabbed a pen and started scribbling nonsense on my arms. Thank you UK5.

Howies Bar sans Sausage.
Even Howies was a bit slow last night. Howies burgeoning sausage empire has a problem. No sausage. The supplier took his staff to Kampot, and the result - a cold grill. No word on when he'll be back at it. Maybe he did say something about it, but by that time, I had about 11 drinks in me. I watched drunken customers seduce the hapless barstaff, and even considered buying a waitress a ladydrink. When such thoughts start to creep in, it's time for Walkabout.

Walkabout:
We got there past 5am and it was Dead. Where the fuck is everyone? I think the few male customers actually outnumbered the ladies. Depressing. Didn't bother to finish my drink.

On the way home, I hit the new 1-2 Convenience store on 63 Street. I like it. A store full of items priced $1.47, $2.54, $3.36, and so on. Anyway, if you find yourself without diet coke or rolling papers at 3am, you know where to go.