This weekend is Rugby 7s, which, from what I understand, is like the World Cup of Rugby. People from all over the world fly into town for the three-day event.
Normally rugby games are the length of normal sporting games. An hour or more. But in the Rugby 7s there are teams of 7 players each and they compete in short little 10-minute or so matches in a quest for ultimate victory.
Tee, Clarence, and I went over to Jessup's new pad to pre-pizza and pre-game.
Sweetest thing about Jessup's new penthouse digs?
Sweet sweet rooftop patio action.
I got all up in her grill.
And then we made our way over to Privé, which is one of those notoriously annoying clubs to get into.
The crowd out front was intense.
Happily, between Jessup, Tim, and Roxanne (who isn't even in Hong Kong this weekend but whose sweetness is I guess recognized the world over), everyone got in without any huge problems.
Apparently, in Hong Kong, there is no such thing as fire code.
Place was packed and so very sweaty.
Jessup has no shortage of hot banker boy friends.
The great thing about Hong Kong and Asia in general is that there is a universal love for great pop music.
No annoying hipster-y lameness here.
Just sweet dance tracks all night long.
TimLoh and Wendy's flight from Singapore got in late, so they got held up a little bit at the door.
But Tim sweet-talked some people and did his thing and in a matter of minutes they whisked everyone into the club...
Booted some randoms out of a booth...
And showered us with more drink.
I love Hong Kong!!!!!!
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