mischief under influence of alcohol is pardonable

by the time i recap what's been happending,

the effects would have worn off and whatever agony i had will also have been diminished


nonetheless, i must tell you the past 2 weeks was quite a whirl.


i shall not bore you about my work as it is just a lot of stress and nothing else.
i am feeling alright, dont mistaken. i do enjoy my work because i am like a mini-merchant trading in equipment for the oil & gas exploration. i do see the larger scheme of things.

anyway,

in the midst of being so ever busy, i joined my customer & one other vendor for a night at st. james station.. for some cantopop live music at their chinese crowded branch- drangonfly.
i dont think i will return any time soon because the re-entry system is terrible.
we paid for our entry, met the group and headed for the restaurant for dinner.
when we wanted to re-enter, we had to queue for over an hour. had it not been that i was with my clients, i would have left. the worst thing is that it is the same whether you are a new paying public wantiting to get your tickets, paid customer like us or the so-called members. every one was waiting impatiently and it is just so stupid. like immigrants awaiting for your transfer boat.

i asked val along for the nite out as i may have been bored without her. i only know one of my client,, i do not know his colleague., like i told him, i only know his email address.


val was so game and ever so sponteneous to entertain my customers (2 of them). chit chatted with them and forced them to drink the liquor.

the guys were only drinking beer although it was a big barrel, they didnt get drunk.

but val & i got so damn drunk because someone kept pouring neat martel into our glasses. it was like drinking tequila neat by the ounce, so you can imagine we were acting crazy after 2 hours i think. while walking along the car park to the other english outlet at st. james, i remember tapping on the side mirror of the police patrol car when it whizzed by me. my customer grabbed me and chidded that i should not play a fool with the police and i remember telling him cooly that mischief under the influence of alcohol is pardonable.

val misses partying with me because none of her other friends will join her being crazy.
i often refrain from it because i think i am unable to control my mischief when drunk.
i have a sick sense of humour that a rebel would love.

anyway, it was ok la, quite fun, though i don't plan to do it any time soon.

we were almost being brought away by a man who followed us till we get into our cab.
val is exceptionally talkative when she is drunk.
i had to literally hold her tongue to stop her from being overly-friendly.