Bar celebration / Kebab Factory

AC and Dave were in the city taking the New York Bar Exam.

It was an 8-hour-a-day, two-day affair.

When it was finally over we broke out the alcohol and hit up Kabab Factory for a celebration.



Kabab Factory is in Murray Hill on the 27th and Lex, right around the corner from Anne's house.

It's BYOB. And the food is incredible and cheap.



Seriously. Best indian food I've had in the city.



Following the meal we bar-hopped.






Felix eventually got up and ran away.



The last thing that I remember (or don't remember) is him chasing me down the hallway, blacked-out, with all his laundry in his arms, because I was holding a delicious turkey sandwich.



Awesome.

Vegas continued...

Saturday morning was spent laying by the T.I. Beach.








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Following the beach we headed inside and played some craps.

WORST. GAME. EVER.

Yes, I know you've seen people in movies and commercials and sometimes in person playing craps as a group and rolling the dice and cheering and winning and throwing their chips in the air all stupid-like...

Fun fun fun, right?

Well...what they don't show you is groups of friends losing several hundreds of dollars at the same time in a matter of minutes and the anger and the glaring and the semi-homicidal thoughts directed toward each awful dice-roller.

Also. Security cameras or not, nobody is dumbass enough to actually throw their chips in the air in a casino.

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Following craps, we made some stupidly impulsive blackjack gambles. I started with a $100 bet. Then AC and Imran followed, wagering over $250 each on a single hand.

Miraculously the dealer busted in all instances. AC even scored a blackjack.

You lose some. You win some.

Vegas is awesome.

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For dinner we hit Samba, a Brazilian churrascaria very similar to Fogo de Chão.

They served skull-sized Caipirinhas...




...and SO. MUCH. MEAT.




After that, we walked over to O'Shea's for Beirut/Beer Pong.



At O'Shea's there is a room full of Beirut tables. It's pretty crowded and if a team wants to play a game, they have to challenge the defending team and buy beer to fill that team's cups.

If you win, you await another challenger.

So...if your team keeps winning, you keep drinking...for FREE!

Pretty sweet.



AC and I kicked some major Beirut ass. I seriously had never ever played this well.





We won six games in a row.



Bachelor boy bought Jaeger shots.



The Jaeger and Beirut put many of us over the edge.




Some continued on their winning streaks.

Felix...disappeared.

But Eugene later found him hunched over a table in the food court in front of McDonald's with a 12-year-old-girl poking him, concerned, asking, "Mister...are you ok?"

By this time, AC and I had wandered over to blackjack.

Euge dragged a closed-eyed and swaying Felix over by the arm saying, "Guys. WATCH HIM."

Felix stood there, eyes closed, swaying, head leaned up against the wall.

AC and I, both down a couple hundred at the time, got distracted by our game.

Minutes later, Eugene came back over, flapping his arms frantically "Where's Felix??? Where's FELIX???" he asked excitedly...

We looked, and Felix was gone.

Nowhere to be found.

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The night progressed.

We went back to T.I. and I somehow managed to sit at a poker table, not vomit, and win a couple piles of money.

Eventually though, around 3am or so, I made it back to the 25th floor.

As I neared my room, I noticed a swaying shape at the distant other end of the hallway leaning against a wall, continually pushing itself off, and then falling back against it.

And who would you guess this magical mystery person was, wandering around nowhere near our room, closed-eyed and sans footwear?



FEEEEEELIX!!!!!



How someone so incredibly smart could be so incredibly stupid will, I think, forever be one of life's great mysteries.

But he is our Felix.

And he is our friend.

HK: Best. Ending. EVER.

So it was Felix and Anne's last night in Hong Kong.



We started with 40s walking along the waterfront.



Then headed to LKF where we stopped for mojitos and tequila shots.

The tequila shots are what did it. (You'll see what I mean by "it".)




Next came our favorite Russian vodka freezer bar.




Everyone was in great spirits.



We were joined by my childhood friend Kurtis (below) and his friend Dan.



People started ordering a lot of drinks...



The rest of LKF was a little quiet for a Saturday night...



Cal then showed up.

Clearly we were now where the party was at.



Along came some of Cal's friends...



...and a creepy Asian girl.





Kurtis's friend Dan clearly had the hots for Anne...




(But I mean, who wouldn't?)



...We all started getting kind of wastedface...










But Felix got especially wastedface.






The night concluded. We danced in the street.





And said our goodbyes...



And somehow...



...we made it home.

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Oh...but it doesn't end there...

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No no no...that...would be lame.

When you have a crazy/fun/hilarious adventure like we just did.

You need a crazy/fun/hilarious ending.

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And here we go...

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So I woke up at 5 am (I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the living room) to find Uncle Dick sitting on the couch watching TV really loud, with all the lights on, just kind of staring at me.

Groggily, and still drunk, I said, "Unnncle Dick? What are you doing...?"

He replied, "FELIX...is asleep IN MY BED."

Instantly I was wide awake.

I grabbed my camera and ran to Uncle Dick/Auntie Alice/Zoe's room:



So all of us were guilty of getting totally shithammered, but only Foolix will ever be forever accused of assaulting Auntie Alice.

See, we got home at like 3 o'clock and passed out in our respective beds. Felix went to the bathroom in the middle of the night around 3:30 in the shared bathroom between the computer room (where he was staying) and Uncle Dick/Auntie Alice/Zoe's room.

Afterwards, he i think must have been disoriented and stumbled out the wrong door, didn't realize it, crawled into bed with Auntie Alice (who, because Zoe kicks a lot in her sleep, was sleeping on the floor on the single-person air mattress), and passed out.

She woke up slightly and thought it was Uncle Dick at first, but then Zoe woke up and looked over and was like "Felix???", giggled, and went back to sleep. Auntie Alice then realized it was, in fact, Felix who was snuggled up next to her, and I think then figured out he was just super wasted, shrugged, and moved back onto the bed with Zoe and Uncle Dick.



They were just going to let him stay where he was, but Uncle Dick wasn't having any of it and shook Felix just the tiniest bit awake and was like "FELIX. YOU'RE IN THE WRONG BED."

Felix simply mumbled, "I know...." and continued sleeping.

Uncle Dick tried to wake him up a few more times but it was useless.

Finally Uncle Dick just left the room and watched tv in the living room for an hour and a half until I woke up.

I ended up dragging Felix off the air mattress by his foot and had him halfway across the room before he finally woke.

He was cranky and mumbled angrily at me for disturbing his slumber, promptly got up, walked to his own bedroom, and threw himself on his own bed and passed out again.



I told him what had happened this morning when he and Anne had to wake up to go to the airport.

He wouldn't believe me.

So I showed him the above pictures.

You should have seen his face.

There's mortified....and then there's MORTIFIED.

Felix was MORTIFIED.

...oh...the horror...immediately followed by shame and embarrassment.

Luckily he left for the airport when only the maids were awake. Mercy and Jo were rolling on the floor laughing when they came back from putting him in his cab. When she woke up, Auntie Alice (who by the way is the greatest person ever) too thought it was really funny and told Ma-Ma and my dad over breakfast. They couldn't stop laughing. Then we all went out to lunch with various other aunties and uncles and it was pretty much all anyone talked about.

Greatest ending to the greatest trip ever.

Nobody was mad. Only laughing.

Foolix, I love you. Annie I love you.

The End.