17 July, 2005
All you got to do in this town is let the night find you. Downstairs at the Hampton's a Beam & coke costs gpb 7.10 but you get your own bottle of coke in a bar frequented by coloradoans. 18-yr old drinkin everything behind the bar mixed in one glass. But the streets awaits. However, as soon as we left the hotel shizzle realized his 2003 nightlife Guidebook was missing, and as such, we were on our own. Not to worry. After a few unsuccessful attempts to gain access to late-night shoppe parties, we managed to find Digress, that was happy to accommodate our thirst with a couple of beams. Must march onward, where the bright lights beckon.
Not 200 paces later, my good friend Richie found us and began offering women. Let's have a look! Two flights of seedy stairs, and shane got to see the first girl, who told shane her "shop" was closed at the moment, not to worry, more girls upstairs. Most rooms were about the same, with an old woman keeping the place tidy, and a young busty one giving blow jobs & the like. I had a spat of sorts with each girl: maybe her english was substandard or maybe she wasn't pretty enough.
Seedy stairwell after seedy stairwell, Richie knew the block. He offered weed and coke, and had at least one hand-off of a sweet leather jacket. Having no luck with all the illegal stuff, he dropped us off at a strip club asking gbp 15.00 entrance and gbp 5.00 budweisers. I talked the bouncers to gbp 10.00 entrance but couldn't get any kind of deal on the drinks. 15 minutes later, no girls, I thought we were had, then the music got louder and the red light went on and the girl came out in her little black see-through thingy. Girl 1 had a lizard tattoed on her right tit. Girl #2 was black with nipples, girl 3 and 4 were working-class euro girls. The main event brought Shane & I a budweiser then told us she'd be on in 20 minutes and this chick was worth waiting for.
Yeah - so after La Campanina night club cleared out, shane & I started home. Soon thereafter, we found ourselves in chinatown, where the night clubs were still rockin. No more for us, but the usual 2:00 AM crowds at about 4:00 AM were ok. Kissed a swahili gal on the cheek because her skin appeared so soft (it was). Soon, we're standing on the corner with a group of four, and this one named Maree was a big fan of the U.S. She'd been in FL and somehow picked up an accent from TN. She looked like a southern gal a little and was funny enough (or drunk enough) to exchange kisses like the french with her. See the short video clip of me getting seconds when the flash doesn't go off. Well, stayin with Shane's mom put them off for now, but they got in their little silver car and kept honking so I went in for another round of groper-style cheek & neck kisses on "Tennessee." We cruised back through the eery creepiness of St. James park and came home. Oh, we also took a cab (pointless), ate at "Orso" (good to delicious), and saw the Lion King (yawwwn).
At least that's how I remember it.
Bangers & Mash.
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