Oh, man. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I had a lot of (wild) turkey last night. I didn’t feel like going to some restaurant by myself and eating their stupid Thanksgiving dinner special – that would have made me pine for home even more and I would have felt like a total loser, so I just ordered some food in and had some beers, then called victor up and hit the town. I was looking for trouble.

What a bust, though! First, I went to Chapter 3 because they have this DJ night on Thursdays. Well, HK magazine makes it sound like a few different DJs get an hour each and they bring their friends and compete for a steady, paying gig. So I’m thinking it’s going to be jumping off, right? Throw on the Fly-Rite t-shirt (REP YO’ BOROUGH!!!!) and the fly New Balance and pop on up the escalators to SoHo.

Place is freakin’ empty. Empty. There’s a couple in the back, who soon leave, and one guy at the bar – the DJ! So he gets up to start his session, telling me that he’s the only guy on tonight, and now I’m the only one in the place. What a bust. I finish my bourbon and head back out. Walk down the street to this place called Alibi or Apres or something – some shit that starts with an ‘A’ - and have another bourbon and soda. Talk to this cat Chris, who’s a Filipino biker dude and has – dig this – a girlfriend, an ex-girlfriend, an ex-wife, and a fiancée. I’m like, Jesus, 29 year old braceface, you do well for a bellhop at the Shangri-La. Actually, I said something like you do well and left out the braceface/bellhop thing. Anyway, that place is a bust too – just not that many people. Two gay couples and a gang of Filipino dudes. So off I go to find another spot – this time, it’s Loft 9. But dig this before I take you on to the Loft. This cat Chris tells me a story about how there was this Filipino ladyboy from a rich family who went to the US and dated one of the Baldwins for a while. There was a video floating around the Philippines a couple years back that showed them making out and all this stuff, and the Baldwin cat never found out because the ladyboy was all like, “No, we can’t mack it, we gotta get married, I’m from a strict family” and all this. So then he comes down with something and returns to the Philippines ‘cause he’s sick, and he joins like a Bible club and gets all religious and goes back to being a straight man or whatever and now has a family. Crazy story, huh? Guy said it was big news back home a couple years ago.

Head to Loft 9. Finally – this place has a scene. A few local cuties, some cuties behind the bar, and nice chaps as well. I met this one dude, a real nice Aussie named Bushie, and he and his girl just moved here to teach. They are having a housewarming party on Sunday night and he said he’d invite me. I gave him my card, and I hope he does invite me, because he knows the smooookin’ Aussie bartender at Loft 9. So I’m doing some hoping these days, hoping that he’ll call and invite me and hoping that she’ll be there too. Whatev, it’s all good. At least I got a chance to practice my horribly underdeveloped game with the various dips who were there. The DJ was killer here, too – really slamming house-type stuff that had the local cuties shakin’ they little (also underdeveloped) asses. It sure was a better scene than the bullshit that was going on at Chapter 3, which is an advertised event in HK magazine. What’s up with that?

By now I’m on like my fifth bucket of Turkey and everything is lovely. Victor holdin’ it down, the drinks flowing, the music pumping…and that’s it. That’s my night. Just like kickin’ it or whatever. I rolled home and grabbed some food and beer and ate and read (yes, I read – don’t ask how) and hit the sack around 3.

Today I’m pretty beat up for only, like, kind of a lot of fun, but not a lot lot of fun. I mean, I don’t regret it since I would have spent the evening in the apartment and going out is always a better alternative, and I think I did pretty well after Brian said he was going to lay low (forcing me on the solo journey), but it was on some objective levels a bust. I had to head all over the place to find a jumpin' spot, and in the end it wasn’t a mind-blowing scene anyway.

So that’s it. That’s my semi-boring post for today. This weekend is a Do Lots of Shit Before You Leave weekend – have a suit made, get new eyeglasses, buy shit for people, buy some shit for myself, eat some hairy crab (a seasonal delight), go to the Big Buddha on Lantau Island, hit the Happy Foot for some massage action, and hit the town some more. Got two weeks and two weekends left before Vietnam, so I need to put in some work. Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving weekend. Peace.

Chucky