Posts tagged with "alcohol"

Hong Kong Jockey Club

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.

The Alcohol Culture In Hong Kong

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.

Dinner With Sonace

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.

Non-Drinking Test Run

Aaron and I tried a “non drink­ing” test run at the Honest Lawyer yes­ter­day. I’ve nev­er real­ly need­ed alco­hol to have a good time around peo­ple like Aaron and Trolley. For some rea­son I already get pret­ty hyper and already act crazy around them, like I’m an ener­gy sink. I’ve always viewed alco­hol as anoth­er tax that I was shelling out for, like cig­a­rettes or lot­tery tick­ets for some.

It was good to be more con­scious about every­thing going on and not have to feel like shit the next day. Aaron wants to try giv­ing it up alto­geth­er or drink­ing every oth­er time we go out, but I’m pret­ty fine with cold turkey. I doubt I can com­plete­ly give it up, espe­cial­ly since red wine goes with my beef spaghet­ti so well and the fact that so much alco­hol tastes so good by itself, but I’ve nev­er real­ly felt the need to swig the liq­uid courage. The crav­ing for an occa­sion­al binge will always be there, of course, but those are few and far between.

Idiots At The Cabin

I went out yes­ter­day with Trolley and Wheaties to a sort of gath­er­ing at the Cabin. We did­n’t know any­one there, and just sat around while the gigan­tic group of friends there was insipid­ly super­fi­cial and obnox­ious. Some idi­ot­ic drunk girl kept hit­ting my head with her arms and body (unin­ten­tion­al­ly) while she was talk­ing to some guy. Trolley, Wheaties and I downed our beers (I had an EX, which was much bet­ter than any­thing they had on tap with it’s dark­er, rich­er flavour, but it start­ed to taste like rust after a while) and head­ed off to the Dom for some pool instead. Sometimes I just can’t stand peo­ple, and yes­ter­day was one of those times.