i love the nightlife

Night 1 - On the Rocks, restaurant at Park Sheraton Hotel where you get a hot rock and cook your meat and are given sauces. After dinner, try going to the "nightclub" called Dubliner...when I tried at 10 on a Saturday it was closed...such is the nightlife here
Night 2 - Party at the CG's residence...lesson learned - limit alcohol at the CG's house or else you may end up hugging important people that saner people would not be hugging...oops
Night 3 - Going to see the musical Chicago, huge auditorium with unassigned seating. Pre-show there are shirtless men in tight red sequined shiny pants walking around the aisles...ummm...the mc talks FOREVER telling what i think he thought were jokes...the play starts out being amusingly bad (kinda like Mariah Carey's Glitter) then turns downright painful...driving the need for a post-show drink...we go to "Bikes and Barrels", a cowboy-esque loud bar. Here I learn the segregation policy. All the poor blokes who couldn't scrounge up at least one girl have to go hang out in an upper deck, staring down over the balcony at the less pathetic people. The balcony has a net...in case a guy wants to jump? The music is loud loud loud and the Tamil rap dancing is pretty sweet.
Night 4 - Happy hour at the Leather Bar, yeah that really is its name, but no there are no leather daddys...darn false advertising
Night 5 - Meet for drinks at one of the Taj hotels at a bar whose name I forget. Wait the requisite 1/2 hour for drinks to be made by the 6:1 ratio of bartenders to customers...watch how excited the waiter gets that my friend orders a flight of martinis...apparently they don't understand the concept of a flight and the glasses are not any smaller...loud loud loud music as always...highlight of evening absolutely the guy who tried to sexily dance through the gold bead to make his grand entrance and got himself all tied up and almost choked. Moved on to try Dubliner again and this time it WAS open on Saturday night...imagine that! Danced a lot, met some Swedish guys, my Swedish guy (who was actually Finnish apparently but all I know was there was blah blah blah not about me) told me his hobbies included drinking but that he also cooked a lot and from that moment became to me the Swedish chef and all I could hear was muppet voice from him...then we went and played Rock Band...very poorly...and then walked home, getting very lost late at night. Monday morning found out that the Regional Security Officer had gotten updates about our evening from the local police, the hotel security guards, the residence guards...geez don't like knowing I'm being watched...
Those are the weekend nights, weekday nights have included learning to play bridge, book club, representational events, Salsa...two more years to go...