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.