After Macau, we hit up Sneaker Street and picked up a pair of shoes. It's known as such for the hundreds of branded sneaker shops that line it, formed as a result of the multiple boys schools in the area - a perfect market. Not far away was a massive souvenir market where we spent way too much money, but picked up a couple of memorable items for ourselves.
The next night, we attack Lan Kwai Fong again, getting there about 9pm (early by night out standards) so we could take care of the friend we left there last time - Jack Daniels. The two of us powered our way through the remaining 4/5ths of the bottle over a couple of hours, but for all the drinking it seemed a little lackluster with just the two of us. Queue crying girl.
She had been at the table next to us for a while, and had seemingly been getting entertained by someone performing magic tricks in the bar, but as time went on we could see she wasnt happy, the odd tear visible despite her attempts to look composed. Enter Shayne the Consoler.
It took a couple attempts, but I convince her to join us and forget her troubles with a couple of handsome kiwis. Turns out she'd just been dumped from a 3yr relationship. Queue alcohol.
We harras Josephine and George to come join us, and we party way longer than we should have, given we all had flights the next day. Josephine has too much and she barfs all over the footpath. Another one we've ruined, bringing the total to 9 now.
John and I are rudely awakened by the cleaning staff at 1pm. We were suppose to check out an hour prior. We'd done a bit of packing the day before, but the room was a mess of bottles, cans and paper. We stuff our things haphazardly into our bags and got the hell out of there before they could see the state of the room.
We're at the aiport as I write this, waiting for boarding to begin. Its been a whirlwind trip through Korea, Hong Kong, and Macau, but seriously...
I'm too old for this shit.
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