It was Soul Night. Curtis Mayfield and Parliment grooves. I had visions of strutting in to the sounds of Superfly. I think it was actually Chaka-Khan, but whatever.... Coffee is now $1; still, it's all you can drink. A steal. Hey - who was that guy with a samurai sword outside the hotel the other night? An asshole thief, of course. He grabbed a chick's cell phone and made off with nothing to fear. Normally, someone would call a cop, but normal doesn't live here, and cops don't really work after 9pm (thankfully, I suppose.) The best we can hope for is the next time he pulls this shit, a crowd beats him to death. I have my fingers crossed.
Sharky:
Off to Sharky. Still packed at 11. A lot of people going back to the States for a while, so this was a "blow-out" weekend. Beer, vodka, wine, oK (locally made)...party aids galore. A good time was had by all. By 2am, the drugs were all competing with each other, and it was time to make a move.
Howies:
Back to Howies for more of the same. A local magazine publisher was celebrating his birthd
ay, so more drinks, more oK (a special local brew), and more incoherent babble. By now I was staggered and had to keep myself upright and my bro from falling off a bar stool. I finally got him up and he pinballed around the bar, out the door to a waiting car. Kudos to crazy deaf girl for her Tasmanian devil / drunken seal impression - complete with tears and pounding on the bar. It seemed to start over a game of Connect-4, but I think it really began when she was born - craaazy.Walkabout:
Staggered, I made my way down the street vowing to get some food and go home. I ordered some chicken nuggets ($2), and walked straight into a battle between 2 large, angry barang women and a confused guy. They were yelling at him; he seemed confused as to why. If I had to guess, it was because he was enjoying himself and ...barang chicks hate that. Later a group of Khmer dudes from a popular local bar came by and we started buying rounds. Cool dudes. It was fun although one of them started alternately biting my friend's nipple and grabbing my ass. All this ass grabbing and nipple biting got me thinking. I grabbed my nuggets, made a date with a dark-sexy mama, and off we went into the rising sun. Chlamydia be damned! Someone should write a song about it.
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Saw a cop the other day and reported the samurai incident. told him its always steav city on the river between 9 and midnite. he said if theres a problem I can call him and he would respond if he was in town...but either way he would arrive late and miss the action. told him better yet collect 2 dollars from every bar on the riverfront and that would pay more than a months salary for a guy to patrol. dont think it sank in.
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