i hate hong kong

Okay, I'm just kidding.

Actually, I love it.  It's just the hanging out till 6am part that kills me. 

Last night, I didn't even know, but I dropped my wallet on the street coming out of a cab.  My friend Grace gets a random phone call from someone saying he'd just found it and dialed her number as it was the only HK number in my wallet.  We weren't far from each other since he immediately found it after I hopped out.  I coulda kissed the man!!!  Thank the heavens I had her number randomly in my wallet written on a 1 week gym guest pass to Pure of all things.  If it weren't for that, I'd a been toast and cryin' today.  And well, 'twas a good man who found it of course and had the decency to call...PHEW.

Well, things got even more interesting later as after a night out, my friends and I got food and went back to an apartment to eat.  I conked out on the couch and the next thing I knew, woke up this morning hot and bothered, uncomfortable on what was essentially a love seat made for a small Hong Kong woman, not someone of my size.  I somehow notice that my nails have been painted neon pink and my arm has been written on with makeup - something that I will not repeat here.  Crap - okay, okay, very funny people...no harm, no foul I think.  I get up and go out to head home which isn't too far up the escalator, am groggy, disheveled, and figure I'm getting funny looks for my wrinkled clothes and bed head.

Uh.....Brian....

When I get home, I head to the bathroom and get the first look of myself in the mirror.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJ|HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I had a full on facial make up makeover!  Blue eyeshadow, black eye-liner, rosy cheeks, I don't know what else...sparkles...there were sparkles.  All kinds of crap!!!!!!!  I walked out in public like this????  Now I know why the doorman wore this goofy grin.  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!   I'm gonna kill someone. 

I hate  Hong Kong.