No more holidays...please....

Thankfully the holidays are over. (For now.) 3 days of drinking straight vodka on an empty stomach ended Sunday the same way it began - drinking vodka on an empty stomach. At least I managed to get laid. Charlie Don't Surf. But she'll suck you dry.

Sunday's excuse not to stay in: a birthday for 2 of the waitresses at California 2. Luckily Ubercon was there to fill in the gaps. (There are many.)

California 2 Guesthouse:
I got there around 6:30 and it was PACKED. Mainly with done-up KhChicks and drunk off their ass Khmer dudes. Note: for a room full of drunken Khmer kids, they were pretty well behaved and, as far as I know, when it was over, nothing was missing from the bar.

I mainly remember being squashed up against the bar all night. Didn't phase me. A testament to the honest drinks they serve. As Uber wrote, the girls were hotties, but being Shanghai Bar alumni, they were pretty aloof - better that way. I got no CRV for you baby. Don't even have gas money to fill the one you already own. Nice eye candy though.

The party was kickin'. Good grooves and good company. Why a free party for the staff?

• Jim takes care of his staff.

• Parties draw in a new crop of girls. Note to management: I'll take Hun Sen Park cuties over anything from Shanghai any day. Maybe for my birthday.....
  

• The next time his staff hassles, he can pull the party out as an example of his good faith. (Well played.)

I can't remember shit (sorry.) However:

• 2 (semi-cute) Long Island girls talking about where they went to college. (Damn, leave that shit in the Hamptons.)
• The Mad Pundit behaving himself. No popped veins. No angry outbursts.
• Getting whacked about the arm and chest by a mad & shoeless musician.
• A monstrously large (but kind of cute) White girl stepping on my foot. Crunch.
  
• Good business advice from AAAadam. Word. Cambodia is prime if you got the right idea.
  
• Security for your ultra-light (flying lawn chair) will run $10/day per cop up-country. You get 2 hard provincial cops with AKs and an M-79. Seems kind of steep.

By 11 people were shuffling out. Shoeless musician made his way for the door, and I decided to move on. Damn near a liter of vodka in me and I wasn't into going home. The party headed over to Gold Star Bar. I followed anyway.

Gold Star Bar:
Popular with middle-class Khmer kids and the chicks who work on the riverfront. It can get crazy packed in there but I figured that Sunday night would be pretty mellow. Wrong. These kids don't work. It was pretty full, but they have a big space and a good DJ. A local disco - the dance floor was full of Khmer dudes dancing with each other. (Sucks to live in a country where almost everyone's daughter is locked up by 9pm. Well, it doesn't suck for me, but....)

Not Martini, but a nice change of pace. (Vodka - $2.50 for a shot and a half) Positive note: No toilet gnome to hassle you at the urinal. (Who decided it was a good idea to get a massage while taking a piss? Who likes that? Bad idea. Bad.)

Work at 9:40am was much on my mind and I made it out by 12:30am. Not bad.