horse track suits

last night, i was finally able to cross-off another one of the must-see places in Hong Kong - the Happy Valley Racetrack. a cool venue that dates back to 1850ish, it makes a lot of the HK tourist lists of things you ought to check out while in the city. it just so happens that we look down on the track from our building, so it was really an overdue visit. good times had by all, as we were also celebrating l'anniversaire du Monsieur Laurent. a buffet dinner paired with bottomless glasses of San Miguel and we were off. of course, a trip to the ponies isn't complete without a few bets. thank god i'm lucky in love, because i could very well be the World's worst gambler, going 0 for 6 on my studs throughout the course of the evening. to add insult to injury, i actually cheered on the #2 horse from start to end in the 6th race, celebrating his 'place' finish, only to later realize that i'd actually wagered on the #3 horse (who it just so happens finished last).
loser, loser, fill the booze, sir

as with many a social gathering, there were a few Freedom Chasers in the mix, intrigued as to what i would/wouldn't do for the sake of the blog. the conversation then took an odd diversion to the topic of personal grooming, and whether or not i had the minerals to go for a wax....specifically the minerals & crackerjack. perhaps it was the San Miguel talking, however, my greatest concern wasn't so much the pain or the emasculation factor, but more the question of "how much is this gonna cost me?" we all had a good laugh (at my expense) and closed out the evening with some x's & o's.

i'm guessing the idea must have stuck in my sub conscience, as i can vividly remember dreaming (nightmaring) about taking the plunge into the subculture of men's spa treatments. i kid you not, i can still recall the surge of virtual pain i felt as the epilation tore through my entire soul. i woke up with a startle and a very subtle pat-down just to be sure it had not already transpired. over my morning granola & yogurt (bikini-ready breakfast of champions), i must admit i started to have second thoughts about actually going through with this. not so much for myself, but all of you out there. i'm not sure if it's the type of content that you're craving from this bi-weekly raghag. or maybe some of you have a deep down interest in seeing me take on a little pain...? what say you, people, care to make me your own personal voodoo doll? the decision is all yours.

for today, at least, i traded in the fear factor for an eggs benny with the HSBC wives club. yes, i realize i'm playing for both teams - golf with the guys one week, brunch with the gals the next. just think of me as your #1 option for a rent-a-friend; the go-to when you got-none. this may even turn into a business of sorts....what do you think of Pardy's Platonic Escort services?

with that said, happy Easter everyone!
Aline & yours truly are off to Bali for a few days. as with all my misadventures, if the hotel has internet, there will be a live blogcast from the sand with absolutely zero shots of my toes dangling off a lounger...that is a promise.