I understand that I’m a failure to the blogging world. Don’t mind me as I write about things that happen months ago as if it happened today. The present still exists in my mind, and I’m only 2 months behind.
ANYHOO, Who goes to Hong Kong without making at least one trip to Asian Las Vegas for the weekend? Not us cool kids, of course. We chose the weekend of the International Fireworks competition to book a hotel suite in The Venetian to split among 14 people, and spent the day experiencing various hot-mess incidences. It’s hard to keep in contact with 14 people when all of us don’t have phones to call each other with. It’s okay, we still got by!
The morning group headed out to Macau first so that we could check into the hotel. We took a 1 hour long ferry, which I was able to survive through after popping my Motion-6 pill.
After landing in Macau, we got a free shuttle ride to the Venetian, where we cam-hoed with its giant golden ball. It’s a lot smaller than the one in Vegas.
We couldn’t check into our room until 3PM, so we headed towards Souvenir Street, where we wanted to try the famous crab congee. We got lost for a bit before finally making it to a cobblestone street with pretty architecture.
Of course, we need a creeper picture of Chin in order to make every trip complete.
Destination: Rua de Cunha. Somewhat of a tourist trap, but small enough to look local.
Alas, we found the restaurant with crab congee! Time to sit and order as much awesome food as possible. Congee was a must.
As was the fried squid.
And maybe these prawns with salty egg yolk.
Dessert was the Portuguese egg tart, which was so good. I like it a lot better than regular egg tarts because of the creme-brulee topping. Koi Kei Pasteleria, where you can buy Portuguese Egg tarts, beef jerky, almond cookies and other snacks, was everywhere in Macau. I believe there were even some across the street from one another.
Our next goal was to wander the area some more to possibly buy some alcohol for the night, and then get back to the hotel to check in. The houses are so colorful here, I want to live in one.
We found a boba place on the street called Sharetea, which is supposedly the Taiwan President’s favorite boba place. The only reason all of us stopped to buy some was because the worker shouted at us “Buy one, get one free!” Who can resist cheap deals?
Different vendors hustled us to try their food, and we gladly accepted. Free food is always appreciated by poor college students. I think this was some type of pork sung snack.
Oh look, a pretty house with a pretty mirror! Let’s cam-ho!
Okay, one more time.
We finally made it back our hotel room, where we bummed around a bit. Will and Peter stayed back in the room to rest and meet up with the afternoon group, and the rest of us headed out to look for St. Paul’s Cathedral and other historical sites.
Felicia and I were the map navigators for the day, so we took the rest of the group to a bus stop across the street and got on. We semi-failed at our jobs because we ended up at Black Sand Beach, which is in the opposite direction of the Cathedral. That’s when we realized that Macau is actually divided into three islands, and that the Venetian is on Taipa, whereas the historical sites are on Macau island. Oops.
At least we hit a popular tourist destination! The water and sand were really dark and looked kind of gross, but I guess they call it Black Sand Beach for a reason.
We got back on the bus again and this time headed towards the right direction. Macau island seems to be where all the life is, since it has a strip with a bunch of hotels that makes it look more like Vegas.
Unfortunately, while the laggers of the group (including me, obviously) were slowly walking through the streets, we lost the people in the front (Felicia, Vivien and Courtney) and eventually got separated. It’s hard to look for a group of Asians amongst groups of Asians.
But we were smart, and figured that they would continue on towards the ruins, so we moved on as well. The street leading up to the ruins has many little shops that I wanted to look at, but we were too worried about losing the girls to stop and look around.
The Cathedral stood at the end of the street like the light at the end of the tunnel, and loomed before us majestically. How beautiful is this thing?
Cam ho!
Sadly, the back wasn’t that special. Only the facade of the Cathedral is left over, but it’s still a fantastic view nonetheless.
After freaking out for a bit about not being able to find the girls, I spotted them while looking through one of the arches. Chin hopped down the stairs like a cheetah, and went to meet them at the bottom.
Reunited, and it feels so goood!
Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to look around for more historical sites because we were running out of time, so we went back to the hotel to meet up with the rest of the group to go watch the fireworks show. The original plan was to go clubbing somewhere in Macau after dinner and the show, but we were unsuccessful.
It’s okay, because we clubbed on the bus instead. All you need is bad music and no personal space, and you’ve got it. I guess in Macau, it’s okay to cram as many people as possible into the small buses.
The bus took us back towards Macau island, and we caught a glimpse of the first fireworks showing as we were driving across the bridge. We got off the bus just as it was ending.
Oh look, not only did Chin and Will decide to dress the same way, they found themselves a twin!
Although all of us wanted to try a Portuguese restaurant, we didn’t have time to look for one if we wanted to make the second fireworks showing. We just found a random Chinese one on the street. The food was mediocre, and we ended up missing the 2nd showing anyways. Our next stop was to hit a grocery store where we could buy chasers/alcohol for our “after party.”
Back in the hotel, where people started to play Blow and King’s cup.
Felicia the lightweight became so creepy. Her attempt to take a self-timer picture on Titi’s fro was totally unsuccessful.
Yay let’s take more pictures because there’s nothing else to do when everybody is drunk!
Oh, Chin.
I love this picture because I have a barbaric frog leg. I wish I posed better in my pictures.
As the night dragged on, things started getting a little bit rowdy. Peter and Will kept trying to match Lucy’s drinks, which was foolish because they were trying to go against a European. James and Chi pretended to be a married couple, put on robes and James developed a ghetto booty.
I don’t even know what this is.
And here comes the slow development of an orgy picture.
More people piling…
And then this (Oh, Peter):
Courtney and I were the more sober ones of the group, so this crazy gathering of love and hugs was quite entertaining.
We ended the night with a midnight snack at the 24 hour restaurants in the hotel. Courtney, Felicia, Chin, Vivien and I separated from the drunken hot messes who wanted dimsum, and had a quiet meal at a small bar-restaurant.
We made it back to the hotel room first so that we could claim beds and sleep. Sadly, the night wasn’t over. I was a bit worried about the group when they didn’t come back for a while, and I was half awake when I heard a knock on the door. Peter was there by himself, separate from the rest of the group. He walked to the bed and laid down for a couple of minutes before getting up again and going to the restroom. I was afraid that he was going to throw up, but all I heard was a slight thump against the wall. I thought it was just Peter having trouble with the toilet, so I let myself go back to sleep. Eventually, the rest of the group came back, and Chi found Peter passed out. I know, I’m a failure of a friend!
I’m not going to delve into the gross details, but let’s just say that the two fools who drank the most, Peter and Will, ended up throwing up in the bathtub and on the bed, respectively. Props to Chi and James for taking care of those fools. They did a great job in cleaning up the impossible clumpy SHRIMPY mess in the bathtub. Dimsum & Malibu will never be looked at the same again.
