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last night was the most intense bout of drinking i've EVER done.  with my new heightened state of tolerance and ability to push through stretches of exhaustion and capture second third fourth and fifth wind opportunities all for the sake of "cheers", i, pre-determinedly so, tore up the country of HK with will.

a futile night that rounded off noble efforts....like all occurrences of meeting, the moment i arrived, will and i were already talking about drinking.  no, it's not the direct addiction to alcoholism that i'm getting at but more so the "updating" will with all the new drinking engendered folklore we've added the past few months.  and with him out of the loop and constantly complaining that "i can't drink anymore", we were obviously headed to a junction of "let's put that to the test".  so, over a shitty premeditated close vicinity lunch venue (walked there so no one would have to drive), 2 handles of heinekens were ingested.  we followed up the beer with the duty free jdubs grizzle at home.  which, even before the whiskey meniscus hit the fat part of the bottle, lured out the guitar and a live rendition of "ai wo bie zou" by lee wei ning.  not only did i catch the concert live, i recorded him and created a full track courtesy of garage band (and hence proceeded to blast it on his stereo - wirelessly).  moving forward, everything up to 7pm is real hazy.  i remember wills friend coming over and with the buzz kicking in, the whiskey 'pouring hand' started to get real heavy, and if the whiskey was streaming smoothly then that of course meant i headed to the kitchen to cook.  that's how we do son.  mac and cheese with bacon and kimchi and an egg/bacon/kimchi omelette. yea son.

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will set the alarm for 10pm, otherwise the post would end here.  we passed out and i had a lot of trouble waking up. wills friend also passed out and missed his 8pm rendez-vous.  but at somewhere close to 11, we got up and headed out to LKF to meet grace and fiance.  FIANCE.  what in blazes is the deal with fiance-dom.  i, the walking formula for the inverse proportions of marriage, was dumbfounded by the 2.5k pear sparkle lounging across grace's left extremity.  her happiness index was impressive and we didn't even have to coat-tail her happy wake because willie started buying rounds and rounds and rounds and rounds of shots.  if i didnt know better, and am still a bit wary due to will's irresistable nature, i'd think he  was trying to get in his pants.  seriously, how many people do you know that wouldn't make a pass at will 'the thrill' lee.  anyways.  we met up, got a drink at some bar then went to choi wah (round 1). hehehe.  then went fong and got a lot of shots.  ran into jason moo and jawni.  will and i got our 2nd drunken winds somewhere btwn shot four and five.  and when j&j got there, we went from a drunken wind to a full blown inebriated outbreak.  3 irish carbombs later.  we went BACK TO CHOI WAH. 

this is where the night gets interesting.  we got seated in this lil niche room in the front of choi wah.  the nook comfortably embraced all of our stupor which led to jason hollering at some local chick passing by the room.  somehow she ended up sitting with us. had a crush on jason.  jawni took pictures of her, her and jason, her and her cooter. she saw the pictures. deleted only the ones she thought she didn't look cute (which should have been all)....and let us keep the cooter shot.   HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.





i can't really recall what time it was at this point.  but i do know that at 7am we went to 7 eleven, loaded up on water, nasty microwavable food and sandwiches before heading home.  i know the story ends kind of abruptly with no climax of events, so if u're looking for a fabled resolve, give me ur number and u'll get the drunken call when im in the cab on the way home.  victor did.

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