The night began innocently enough - with dinner in S/M/L, which is as glorious as restaurants in shopping malls can be.
Our long table in the patio was peopled with familiar faces, except for one - Camilla. Camilla is a little, brown, stuffed horse - our muse for the night. Thus, with the introduction of Camilla, our night quickly went from pretty basic to bizaare to badass.
We fed Camilla mac & cheese.
Roddy tried to drink "free alcohol" (it was hand gel; the Scottish will drink anything) from the elevator dispenser.
And I fought tooth and nail - with girls! - to own every George Michael song in Neway.
Neway in Causeway Bay is seriously large. It's karaoke on hormones. It looks like a huge casino, with all the attendant ostentatious fixtures. Plus, a whole floor was dedicated to hot pot, salad bar, dim sum, etc. Coz karaoke is tiring and singing makes you sooo hungry.
I don't like karaokes because it reminds me too much of the life I left behind. But it was the birthday party of my good friend, Lore, so calling in sick wasn't an option.
I don't know what happened (here we go again...) or how they happened, but somehow I passed out on the couch and woke up with someone dry-humping my bum. I was too helpless to do anything. And then the next moment, someone had unbuttoned my shirt and started diddling my nipples.
We karaoke'd for seven hours straight.
It was 4am when we stumbled out of Neway.
I was hoarse as Camilla the horse. Ha.
Still, Lore and I couldn't stop singing in the cab, on the way back home.
Happy Birthday, Lore!
|Camilla waits for her meal|
|Camilla normally likes hay and sugarcane, but she will settle for mac & cheese tonight|
|Roddy waits for free booze to fall, as though manna from heaven|
|What's "Aladdin Mess" ? Aladdin high on shisha?|
|Honey, I'm home!|
|Holy shit, Neway's hallway network is a maze.|
|Chandeliers? How lush.|
|Happy Birthday, Lore!|
|Nothing beats a good, old fashioned sugar high.|
Asia's Most Hyperactive Gay Boy™ emotes into the mic
|Caroline takes a video of me singing Careless Whisper, hilar.|
|By 3am, I was so hungry I attacked the dried squid strings. Yuck-o!|
|Passed out. Karaoke is exhausting!|