Left the party after an hour. Some fucking guy, as well as other stuff. Aaron, Karen, Drew and I all bailed at the same time.

It’s too bad, I was hoping to hang out with Christine more, or even talk to Sheri, Emily, Eric, or Katrina a bit. I was expecting to be home past two, but instead I was home before midnight.

I didn’t even bring any alcohol because I didn’t feel like drinking, but after five minutes I was stealing Aaron’s wine.

I had a short discussion with a local lawyer on intellectual property tonight. I figured that it would help me be better prepared for any of the ideas that I’m thinking of bringing to fruition. It was fairly informative, and he treated me to a pitcher at Mike’s Place after.

That’s when I learned that Mike’s Place has Double Diamond on tap. Double Diamond. On tap. At campus.

Uh oh.

I got the chance to go to the Hong Kong Jockey Club country club today, which was quite a privilege. They own the only two horse tracks in Hong Kong, which is home to quite a popular gambling habit. It’s the cheapest country club to be a member of, but also the most exclusive. There’s a maximum of 200 voting members (one has to be a horse breeder to be a voting member), and each voting member can only sponsor two people every year. To be accepted into the club, one needs two sponsors, which my uncle was lucky enough to have many years ago. The treadmills in the workout room all have personal television sets with headphones and cable. Just from parking at the clubhouse, there were tons of Mercedes, Porches, and Audis.

I had some rib eye roast there for lunch. It was the most tender, most juicy, most savoury piece of meat I have ever eaten, well worth the tab I ran on my uncles account. The Cabernet Sauvignon was decent, with a light taste and mellow finish. I thanked him for the meal, and promised him that I’d take him out for lunch one day when I had a job. He looked at me as if such a thing was unnecessary, and that he was simply glad that I had such a pleasurable lunch.

Oddly enough, Pabst Blue Ribbon is one of the cheaper beers here and Budweiser is one of the more expensive. Drinking is simply not part of the culture here, so no one checks for ID since there’s no age limit. There’s a lot of smoking though, mostly for image. People walk around with cigarettes hanging out their mouths, and just have one every now and then, instead of needing cigarette breaks every hour.

I went to dinner with Sonace tonight at the Black Tomato. I ordered what I normally get there, and recommended a seafood dish to Sonace, since he’s a big seafood eater. I had a very interesting red wine with my red meat, but unfortunately I forgot the name of it. There was a slightly sweet start with an unusual fruit flavour, something I didn’t recognize. The wine was bursting with taste and had an amazing, mellow finish. I wanted to see him before I headed off to Hong Kong, to see what he’s been up to. He lost a lot of weight when he stopped playing football, and was sporting a slick pair of glasses. Now he looks like a smart guy, going for his law degree.