Us...and things.

We wandered from Enter the Dragon to Bar 98 and back again, attempted to disco, the experience of Kiss bar with the performing rythm-less half naked pretty Chinese girls and rythm-less dodgilly-dressed-singer Chinese boys being rather quite a failure, topped up with my escape to the toilets to hide after the security guards spotted me taking pictures of one of the dancing-rythm-less-half-naked-chinese-girls.
We slowly mindlessly wandered back to where we started to continue our future, Claudine, Rusty, Greg, Rex, Elliot, Ian and I.

(Need to listen to Leonard Cohen's Anthem to read and feel and understand that)it was as if we have always known each other and organized to go on holiday together. We all came and we all left, one after another yesterday, today and tomorrow.

We stayed at Bar 98 until 5.30am, talked and talked, nonsense most of the time, sense at times, but that was not what mattered.
What mattered was...Josh perhaps. Josh, an American legend, with a Chinese wife-to-be and an american-flag-scarf on his head, permanently laid in alcohol, seemingly permanently caned. Expressed his desire to hold me in his arms and rock me like a baby.
Very flattered I however felt a great relief when Ian appologized to him on my behalf, saying that he was just about to ask me if he could walk me home. I evaluated the proposals on offer and said that he could.
And so he did. And then he kissed me.