Thursday Night: Free Cosmos
Its true. There's this phenomenal little bar in Lan Kwai Fong called Post 97 and Thursday nights, girls can drink cosmpolitans for free. Endless cosmos. As many as you can ingest while remaining relatively upright.
A few pretty noteworthy events took place during cosmo night that I'd like to share. The first is we got to meet Beth's man, Shahar. (not actually sure of the spelling there) Shar is an Israeli Jew, here managing a kosher grocery store to earn brownie points with some religious and business contacts back home. His new athiest gf here won't earn him any points at all, so we're going to keep this on the DL.
What we're not afraid to share is that he is so cute, so sweet, so smitten with Beth. And they would have BEAUTIFUL children. y'know if they ever reproduced. So the poor man was a bit scared to meet us, because even though we've only known Beth 2 weeks, we are her girls and there are 4 of us and that can be a little intimidating. But he had no cause to worry because he bought us a round of kamikazis and danced akwardly whenever Beth wanted so we loved him. And he invited us to a barbeque in a few weeks. Yay!!!
Next thing- Abby gets picked up in a men's room. UGH! Most akward, embarassing moment of my life. Here's the situation. Post 97 has but two bathrooms, so the line is everlastingly long for the ladies room all the time. I've been standing in line awhile, and when I get to the front I see a girl come out of the men's room. A woman who worked at the club went in and restocked the toilet paper and then told me to go in. I'm like 'really?' and she's indicates that there are no men waiting for the bathroom so I jump in. Now there is a urinal and a sink and then another door into the real toilet. So I go through the second door, lock it behind me, pee, straighten up my outfit and walk out. Or rather walk in on a man using the urinal.
Oh the horror. I jump back into the little room and slam the door shut shouting apologies. The guy looked so startled, the door is sort of camoflaged and looks like another wall. And he got walked in on. So a few seconds later the door between us is pulled open and we're both quite red-faced and he asks if he's in the wrong place. No, this is the men's room. But some lady told me to come in here. He's incredulous. What woman. I swear a lady who works here, there were no guys in line.
'Oh, I thought it was open'
'Yeah I'm really really sorry.'
'You're an American aren't you?'
'Yeah...'
'Where are you from?'
'Chicago'
'Oh really? I'm from England (duh, accent makes that pretty obvious) but I studied at Northwestern.'
'No kidding.' Abby tries to edge out the other door as the bathroom guy is smiling at her and begins to lean.
'I'm [random name], what's your name?' Extends hand.
'Um, Abby' Abby tries desperately to figure out a way to not shake hands. I know for a fact neither of us has washed and we're in a bathroom in a bar. 'Well, fancy meeting you here... ok, see you later.' Abby exits in horror, embarassment, and disgust.
Of course, like any self-respecting person I run to my friends (disinfect first thing) and tell the entire story, with much enthusiasm and feeling. Quite entertained they ask which guy it is. I notice him standing not too far away and gesture towards him and as the 6 of us look up at him in unison he looks at us! So then I had to admit that I told my friends. He turned bright red and shook his head.
Later he sidled up to Ally and she found out he's 35, wears suits to bars, hits on 20-yr-olds (apparently) and drinks wine. In bars. Creepy guy. Epic story though.
So as the night wore on, the girls dropped off one by one until it was just me and Hannah and we then found a huge group of Internationals in line at The Edge and eventually we all ended up back at 97. Hannah left with another Aussie girl and a guy they like, Jesse. Abby found her old friend Theric and he found her somewhere you can get eggs at 3:30am. Everyone eventually found their way to that diner and it was just like the Waffle House in Clemson, all full of drunks at 4am.
:)Abby(:
A few pretty noteworthy events took place during cosmo night that I'd like to share. The first is we got to meet Beth's man, Shahar. (not actually sure of the spelling there) Shar is an Israeli Jew, here managing a kosher grocery store to earn brownie points with some religious and business contacts back home. His new athiest gf here won't earn him any points at all, so we're going to keep this on the DL.
What we're not afraid to share is that he is so cute, so sweet, so smitten with Beth. And they would have BEAUTIFUL children. y'know if they ever reproduced. So the poor man was a bit scared to meet us, because even though we've only known Beth 2 weeks, we are her girls and there are 4 of us and that can be a little intimidating. But he had no cause to worry because he bought us a round of kamikazis and danced akwardly whenever Beth wanted so we loved him. And he invited us to a barbeque in a few weeks. Yay!!!
Next thing- Abby gets picked up in a men's room. UGH! Most akward, embarassing moment of my life. Here's the situation. Post 97 has but two bathrooms, so the line is everlastingly long for the ladies room all the time. I've been standing in line awhile, and when I get to the front I see a girl come out of the men's room. A woman who worked at the club went in and restocked the toilet paper and then told me to go in. I'm like 'really?' and she's indicates that there are no men waiting for the bathroom so I jump in. Now there is a urinal and a sink and then another door into the real toilet. So I go through the second door, lock it behind me, pee, straighten up my outfit and walk out. Or rather walk in on a man using the urinal.
Oh the horror. I jump back into the little room and slam the door shut shouting apologies. The guy looked so startled, the door is sort of camoflaged and looks like another wall. And he got walked in on. So a few seconds later the door between us is pulled open and we're both quite red-faced and he asks if he's in the wrong place. No, this is the men's room. But some lady told me to come in here. He's incredulous. What woman. I swear a lady who works here, there were no guys in line.
'Oh, I thought it was open'
'Yeah I'm really really sorry.'
'You're an American aren't you?'
'Yeah...'
'Where are you from?'
'Chicago'
'Oh really? I'm from England (duh, accent makes that pretty obvious) but I studied at Northwestern.'
'No kidding.' Abby tries to edge out the other door as the bathroom guy is smiling at her and begins to lean.
'I'm [random name], what's your name?' Extends hand.
'Um, Abby' Abby tries desperately to figure out a way to not shake hands. I know for a fact neither of us has washed and we're in a bathroom in a bar. 'Well, fancy meeting you here... ok, see you later.' Abby exits in horror, embarassment, and disgust.
Of course, like any self-respecting person I run to my friends (disinfect first thing) and tell the entire story, with much enthusiasm and feeling. Quite entertained they ask which guy it is. I notice him standing not too far away and gesture towards him and as the 6 of us look up at him in unison he looks at us! So then I had to admit that I told my friends. He turned bright red and shook his head.
Later he sidled up to Ally and she found out he's 35, wears suits to bars, hits on 20-yr-olds (apparently) and drinks wine. In bars. Creepy guy. Epic story though.
So as the night wore on, the girls dropped off one by one until it was just me and Hannah and we then found a huge group of Internationals in line at The Edge and eventually we all ended up back at 97. Hannah left with another Aussie girl and a guy they like, Jesse. Abby found her old friend Theric and he found her somewhere you can get eggs at 3:30am. Everyone eventually found their way to that diner and it was just like the Waffle House in Clemson, all full of drunks at 4am.
:)Abby(:
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