There is one thing to be said for the Hong Kong - it does not discriminate. Kicks you out one night, and welcomes you back the next, like the matron whore of a crackhouse, with open arms and no questions, as long as your money is green and plentiful (i only have a loose conception of what a crackhouse is actually like). the level of kitchiness in this spring break outpost apparently was not previously sufficient, so now the new waitress uniforms expose the entire area from the bottom of the boobs to the top of the hips. the patrons huddle around scorpion bowls, seeking group happiness in the intoxication of "1..2..3..drink!", the stereo expounds the virtues of getting your freak on, the golden tee is plentiful (even for the cheaters, you know who i'm talkin about), and you are guaranteed at least one group rendition of "livin on a prayer", always dubbed the best he's ever seen by the DJ.

the highlight of the evening was when my girlfriend for the night came back from dancing with another boy and "whispered" over the blaring speakers - "he has a hard-on", which was followed by a good 10 minutes of 2nd grade pointing and giggling (yes, i do giggle).

"alcohol, the cause of and solution to all of life's problems"