Hey Kenny and All,
Thanks for the advice - ideally, I'd like to play in Macau, just the fact that the stakes run a bit higher and I think min they run there is $25/50 HKD, so first starting off, I think Manila would be a little more within the roll. Also, going to Macau, inevitably I'd be stopping in Hong Kong and seeing some of the boys and probably spending way too much there. Then again, what I may spend on booze in Hong Kong, may be spent on Filipina whores in Manila. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
One major thing, that I don't think I addressed really is that I took a sober February. And, I made it. Somehow. Sitting at work, today on March 1st, I don't have an urge to drink and am dreading ruining the progress of the mental clarity and sharpness I feel currently. This weekend should be interesting... (ominous music)
So the weekend went alright, it was relatively break-even, made a few deep runs, namely in the $20k Splash, finishing like 30th or something. I actually got back into playing some PLO cash, so I think during the week, that might be what I focus on, since I can only handle so much after work. This weekend really put me in the mindset that I need to build a financial net of sorts and focus on that. Although the rolls relatively stayed the same, there was a lot of volume put in, and felt pretty good about it.
Stars: $1300
ACR: $300
BOL: $100
On a side note; I had a talk with both of the women I've been hanging out with, and made it clear to both that I need to take some time to focus on myself and don't want to continue things further. It is never fun to hurt a good person, but sometimes cutting something off before both get in to deep is the only way to prevent an even worse hurt.
Also, had a good boys night over the weekend, going to Shilin Night Market. I think it's the biggest night market in Taipei, and some people aren't a fan of it because it is so crowded, but I love it. Have been quite a few times, and every time I find something new every time. Night market food power rankings with pictures coming soon.
Well, you asked for it, so hopefully it delivers...and it may be a little depraved. I also am not particularly proud of all my past indiscretions, but think they all have served some purpose, so I figure they are worth sharing.
Shanghai Street Sex:
My worst nights in Shanghai always started with all you can eat and drink Japanese for something like $20 USD. The first time, my friend found me passed out in the park near our apartment where all the stray cats hung out and ****, the second time, I had a machete pulled on me by a Mamasan at a hooker bar (that's another story), and the third time, well that's what I'm about to tell you.
It was an interesting crew. One of my good buddies, Big Lip, a country boy from Ohio, who was always internally conflicted due to his traditional family upbringing, but love for booze and asian women. I have never seen a man with such a white guilt before. Big Lip, became one of my best buds, but unfortunately over the years, after his early marriage to a Chinese woman and descent into the unglamorous ex-pat life in Shanghai, we have lost touch. Second on the roster we had Sims, a kind of weasely, pimple faced kid from Haverford, who I don't really know what purpose he ever served. He kind of just existed and floated on the outside, always the one trying to take home the drunkest woman at the bar. Finally, there was Dobbs, a nerdy, articulate, future politician. Dobbs was just a straight up good dude. Very bright, cynical, and an overall pleasure to be around.
Well, to cut to the chase - we were thoroughly blitzed and ended up at some dive-ish bar where some scantily-clad woman was performing acrobatic twirls on a red rope for the whole bar. There is a quite well-known type of massage and "service" with the red-rope in Shanghai, where a woman hangs from the ceiling off a red rope and is able to blow you while spinning around. I've always sought it out, but never found it. At the time, it seemed the cool thing to smoke cigarettes, so we all went outside to suck down a few zhongnanhais we had brought down from Beijing. I used to have a terrible habit of taking out basically the bare minimum at the ATM, so would always find myself borrowing money from Big Lip. He eventually just accepted this.
Out on the street, a big busty, mid 40s Chinese hooker walked by, with the standard sales pitch, and I spun around, yelling out, "show me your boobs," to which she happily obliged. In that minute, the fates had decided for me. Dobbs, in a sheer act of sexual frustration, looked at me and said, "I need this right now." Dobbs had gone the last 5 or 6 months being friend-zoned by this ****ty liberal arts girl we knew, and had finally realized it was for naught. Knowing that where there is one shark, there are surely others, I asked this worn down street mamma jamma if she had a friend, to which she told me, "no problem," and signaled for her petite friend across the street to come over. I gave Dobbs the pick of the two, and he chose the small one. Our apartment was 45 mins or so away, so we asked if we could just get it done in a back alley. I looked at Big Lip, shrugged, and told him I'll pay him back, to which he told me, "No need, if I can watch."
Side note: I don't know why I really mentioned Sims, other than I just wanted to get it into print that I thought he was slimey and weasely. He ended up going home right as we were negotiating.
Now, upon further reflection of the incident with Big Lip many years later - he compared it to being the director of a porno. Depraved in his own way. Is the man orchestrating all the paid for sex and lechery just as at fault as the man doing the act himself? In their own way, both parties are guilty. We found what we thought was a secluded area of the street and got down to business. With Dobbs leaning against the wall of a building, and me bending mine over in the middle of the street. Looking back, I was too drunk to realize how weird it was that Big Lip was watching with the most intense look ever and biggest grin on his face. At one point, he tried to tell me what to do while having sex with her, which I probably should have listened, since it was his money after all. Our fun was interrupted after hearing a loud clanging noise and a man yelling in Chinese, "what the **** are you doing?" It took a second to process, until a building doorman came running out with his flashlight, shooing us off like beach seagulls.
Not wanting to end the night, we headed back to the apartment with the girls to finish up there. Kind of cringey to think but I made Dobbs sit in the front seat of the taxi while I sat in the back with an arm around each hooker. We got back and finished up, to which I heard an absurd high-pitched yell from downstairs where Dobbs was taking care of business. It was such an alarming yell, that I ran downstairs thinking it was one of those situations where I was going to find a dead hooker and Dobbs. I dare not say luckily, as I don't consider myself lucky, but it was just Dobbs releasing 6 months of pent up frustration and I ended up catching sight of much more of Dobbs than I would have ever liked. Although it promotes distrust with your hooker, I always used to ask to search their bag as they were leaving my apartment. Well, as one would expected from a fake-tittied, mid 40s Chinese hooker, I found my old IPod (the one that is about the size of a brick and barely functions) in her purse. I got into a bit of a verbal argument over her trying to steal my crappy IPod and docked here $50 kuai from the original price of $200, so the total encounter only cost about $150 kuai, or about $20 USD.
The next few days were pretty laid back, and I was questioning some of my moral choices. But, Dobbs came up to me and told me how it was exactly what he needed, so I think it was an overall success. I have messaged Dobbs exactly once a year since this incident took place (over 6 years ago), typing the same thing each time, "I still remember what you did that summer," to which he never responds.
-Boris