Booze N’ Pillz
I am the worst tourist ever. I will go to a country and sleep through most of it and drink my way through the rest. In Kuala Lumpur even Jonny and Marcus woke up to sight-see and do some shopping. They invited me twice, both times, I told them fu*K off because I was sleeping. I kind of regret it now; I suppose I could have spent a couple of minutes looking up at the Petronas Twin Towers and aimlessly walked through a shopping mall or two. I dunno, I guess I’m just a boring guy.
Chucky’s party was awesome; the man knows how to roll. He had top-shelf booze, fine cigars, food and beautiful women. Chucky tried to kill me with flaming Lamborghinis and another alcohol that when it comes in contact with the tongue, a gag response ensures. I’m not a massive drinker, so many laughs were had at my expense, but I was one of the few that were still standing at the end of the night. Marcus was paralytic, Chucky needed to lean on something or someone and Yoyo’s walls were crashing in around him.
On the way back to the airport, I saw a billboard which indicated to me that someone in KL reads my blog. In the entry titled ‘I believe I can fly” I mention that I want to become a duck. In order to do so I would need duck hormones to help me on my way. Well, ‘Brands’ pharmaceutical got close to the right idea when they came out with their latest product.
KL airport is nothing like the airport in Manila. In Manila it is very easy to find your way around; you simply stand in the longest queue. 2 hours of queues, 3 security check points, with frisking, and you are half way through the trauma. In KL, however, there are lines and lines of smiling staff ready to assist you. Completely confused I stumbled around looking for the queue to pay the airport tax. I walked 3 steps, showed my passport twice and before I even knew what was going on I was having breakfast at the airport restaurant waiting for my plane.
Meanwhile, back home in Manila I took my computer to a few people who all told me they would delete all the files if they were going to fix it. I was about to agree to it, until I remembered a friend of a friend was a techy. I called him up and he got to work straight away. He worked all night and managed to fix it without deleting any files. The man is a genius and I was expecting a bill the size of a Diddy B’day party to come my way, but instead the techy said he did it for free. I had none of that and dished out the cash to which he replied with a step back refusing to accept it, telling me it was way too much. I stashed the cash in his catch and sent him on his way.
Pot-Limit Omaha Hilo WCOOP on stars at 3am tomorrow morning. Comon baby, one time one time!