Birthday Notes

Well, it’s almost 7:00 in the morning and I just got in.  What a night.  We began with Korean barbecue, then ended up at a techno club called White Rabbit, which I have written about before.  Tonight, though, it sucked.  Both the DJs were Chinese and they blew my ass.  Because of the suckiness we left there and went, of all places, to an African club on Ladies’ Street, near the Lai Tai Flower Market.  It was weird, we thought we were going to be the only whiteys in there but it was mostly the placefaces.  We ended up striking a conversation with a white German guy, and he said that he was at the club as part of a birthday party.  I mentioned that it was my birthday, and asked whose birthday it was.  He said it was the girlfriend of his friend, and drug me out on the dance floor to introduce me to her.  She asked how old I was and I said 38.  She flipped out and said that she was also 38, so we were born on exactly the same day in 1970.

Here’s the funny thing—she’s a prostitute, and one of the guys I was with tonight “procured her services” her about six months ago.  So here’s some poor German bastard who thinks he’s found the love of his life and she’s actually a hooker.  Too damn funny.

Then one of my other friends got a text message from his Kazakh sort-of girlfriend saying she was at a bar called Nanjie, so we went there.  It was my two friends and I plus three or four Russian girls, and they were teaching me how to swear in Russian.  I learned how to say “Go fuck yourself,” but I don’t remember what it was.  (I’m actually quite shitfaced as I write this.)

See what I love about this city, about this life?  I was at at African club with surprisingly few Africans, met a German whose friend is unknowingly dating a prostitute, then wound up up taking drunken lessons in Russian vulgarity until the sun came up from a bunch of girls from Kazakhstan.  Where else in the world could you do something like that?  Very few.  I love this city.  Try pulling this in Houston, you might end up talking to a Mexican dishwasher from Guadalajara.  Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

So now it’s May 3rd and I am going to pass out.  May the sky pixie of your choice be with you all.

Happy birthday!  I have a few more years on you, but I don’t think I could party like you do anymore.  i don’t get a headache hangover, but I wake up the next day just sore all over.  Couple that with my degenerative arthritis in my fingers and knees, and I pretty much am confined to the couch for a day if I did what you do.  The closest I came was at a work conference one year in Miami, with people in from Saudi stores, Isreal stores, England stores and the 2 stores in Russia.  I hung out at that table all night! We ended up at a hotel in Bal Harbour, some dive bar a few miles down the coast, and on the beach. Party while you can!  I will just have to live vicariously thru you, however you spell that.

Sounds like a GREAT time. I can only hope that my birthday is half as fun come Cinco de Mayo! San Antonians know how to party it up on the Riverwalk but I doubt i’ll be hanging with Russian gals in an African bar.

I knew a couple guys who had Mexican prostitutes as girlfriends when I was stationed along the border.  These guys said it was actually pretty good - they got laid anytime they wanted, and if she was on her period or working she’d have one of her friends come over and take over for her (and yes, they got to choose which friend).  These girls would move them into their apartment, buy them lots of stuff, cook for them, and generally treat them like royalty. 

Mainly because these girls were treated like absolute shit by all other Mexicans, they tended to overcompensate when someone came along and actually treated them like a human being.  If you can put up with your girlfriend servicing a dozen guys a night five nights a week, then it would be a good setup.

Personally, I couldn’t do it…

Yeah, you’ve hit on one of the reasons I like it here. I keep finding myself in the damndest situations having the time of my life. Ergoutou only figures in some of them.

Keep it up.

For my birthday next week we’re off to the hot springs. Should be great.