Thursday, April 5, 2007

Lan Kwai Fong

Lan Kwai Fong is the "happening" place in Hong Kong, as the locals say. It's a several block radius of bars, nightclubs and restaurants. It's built into the side of a mountain, so the farther in you walk, the farther uphill you walk. During Hong Kong Sevens Tournament, it's party central.

At the tournament itself, there is an area of the arena called the South Stands (being that they're at the south end of the arena and all), and that's where all the partyers hang out. Most of them dress up in costumes as groups (think big stuffed cows, wedding dresses, men in Singapore Air flight attendant uniforms) and party the day away. Then they head to Lan Kwai Fong after the tourney dressed in their uniforms for a night of debauchery, which made for some outstanding people watching opportunities for Matt and I.

The first night we went down there, we were lucky enough to score an outdoor table at a bar right at the first intersection, so we could see everyone walking up the street and into the area. Hookers and drunk guys and costumes, oh my!

The second night we went, we went a bit early before the street was completely crowded with people. As I mentioned, this area is on a hill, so we were treated to several drunk guys in Russian military uniforms sliding down the hill on a food tray. Well, sliding isn't exactly the right word. Rather, it was the guy seated on the tray with two other guys on either side of him holding his arms, taking a running start, and then flinging him down the hill. Sometimes into the curb, sometimes into the back of a cab, one time almost into Matt, and sometimes they get some real distance and just sailed down the street to the delight of everyone sitting at the bars along the road.

Then after some more awesome people watching, we discovered that the bar we were at had Jaegermeister! We hadn't had Jaeger since we moved, so we had to partake. Several times. Tasty! Then we decided we had to have the sunglasses that lit up that the street vendor was selling, so $10 later, we had them! I've already decided not to post pics of myself here, so no photos, sorry. :)

So after Jaeger, taking my picture with a British guy dressed in a Singapore Air flight attendent dress, and some guys taking pictures of my cleavage (unbeknownst to me, but still funny to think that in Asia I actually have cleavage worth a photo op), we decided that it was time to head home. We had fun, but I felt a little like a soccer mom, plus hangovers don't go away by noon the way they did in college. When did I get old???

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At April 23, 2007 at 11:28 AM , Anonymous Jen-i-foo-foo said...

Hey, the advantage of not being able to fit into Sub-zero-size Asian women jeans? You actually HAVE cleavage. You were an anomaly in a sea of flat-chested women. I am Cleavage, Hear Me Roar.


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