Somehow I ended up at a classmate's friend's friend's house party. Who was a white guy. It seemed like I was getting my dream, two white guys were there at the party. Funny enough, both were from VAncouver. I thought I got a chance to test out my Lost in Translation motion but as it turns out, they are more Asian than I am.
At the end of the party, I had the two white pilots with their Asian girlfriends. 1 film director that they claim to film porn but as it turns out is just another party kid. The party's mom who is apparently a cartoon voice actress. His friend who is a TV extra. Another single girl that is an air hostess. My friend and his drunken aggressive friend,
and me.
There wasn't really any conversations, rather I felt there were bursts of attention feeding for the spoken, I was definitely not noted, as I was the friend's friend who isn't even living in HK, hence gone tomorrow.
We had a shisha the pilot got from the Middle East. Drunken coals kept getting knocked to burn sofas and carpets. The TV was playing songs from Itunes that girls were treating as if it was a karaoke machine while it shuffled pictures from trips the owner guy and his gf took separately.
I drank quickly, and soon McDonald's delivery arrived, but not before the cops show up, apparently for the 2nd time, apparently from the noise complaints.
I was so full from liquid all I ingested was a hell of a lot of shisha and felt more lost in that room than anyone else.
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