To be honest i like macau and like you its just a hell lot of fun with a buddy.
So i took my cousin and showed him macau.
Pictures at the venetian and a pizza.
Took cab to the ruined church (at least the wall that’s remained), took pictures.
Walked down the hill from there and sampled a the dried meat stalls. Ate Fries at the Irish potato stall.
Walked to the open place at the main street, crossed it an walked upwards until you will find a public space to sit. That resting place looks 100% like a small-town in Portugal. A good time to open a bottle, break bread and chat for a bit while forgetting where you really are.
Went to the grand lisboa shopping mall stretch which should be called: hooker alley. Felt not hungry so we didn't sit down. We just arrogantly walked the stretch up and down a couple times too often and the looks got colder ;)
Went to bathroom in the second floor, changed from tourist to player. Arrived outside ... and my cousin tells me in an I’m-not-worried-a-bit tone, that he forgot his camera in the bathroom. Went inside to the desk, got referred to security, got referred to security upstairs, got referred to ?maintenance?, got referred back to security, went to the bathroom, found nothing, repeated incident outside, got referred to restaurant were a waiter after writing down his id number handed over his camera. What a dumb lucky sob. Why? Because he wasn’t worried one second !
After that taxi to MGM, because you loose slower there with the roulette tables (50 instead of 200 in the venetian).
Got free warm milk whilst playing. I think it was only after 23:00h.
Time for the main event at the grand waldo hotels "east spa"
Just coming in the hotel we sat down in the small bar and ordered a scotch and got free beernuts and shrimp paste crackers. Talked about life and how it can be good in between the long periods of suck ass-ness.
Went in, showed the 2000 coupons (take 1600 package ;) and go from there) and after the usual undressing, locking away part we were greeted by the low level entertaining bunch in white boots and furry top/bottom combo. Was it furry? Well at some point i chose to remember it that way, i think...
Got to choose and got washed down whilst sizing up the human washing applicant.
Went for the uncovered pool and had a great time looking at the 20 girls in white sitting and chatting amongst each other. Chose 2 of them and communicated with our hands that they have been chosen to join us in the pool. Got ordered drinks and changed to the lightly covered pool for the private ... well rub-off is the best way to describe it. They didn't speak English and vice versa so i giggled with my cousin about the different positions that they used to rub themselves against us. They did a full work out. Well thats what you get if you can't communicate and are ordered to satisfy ;-)
Went to the first 20ppl lounge area with the bar and sat down and lost money with liquor, pedicure and foot massage ( did hurt 3 days afterwards). Watched the show, got manhandled in different ways for free. Got to look at the girls opposite from us. Sometimes forgetting the girl sitting on top of us grinding away with their lady gaga red bikini dress and gaga goggles that they mostly couldn't see through. Life is good we said to our self’s in our minds while having a top notch third grader grin that you got after you could get your hands on your first playboy.
Lost more money, got more service, drank more and flirted with some of the service ladies in red until the next show with a new theme. Black skirt and shoes with a white blouse and fake librarian goggles. Found my girl, he found his and ... he got his but i was too late so went for the ultra young ultra bitchy uninterested girl with the smoking body. Got what i deserved (bad service but beautiful wank bank memory biatch ). HE took overtime and ordered skirt and heels to be left on ;)
drank more, talked a lot and got to know one Filipina in red a hell lot better. Got to the included "thigh-massage", got wanked good, had to pay another session, which was not included in the coupon to get off.
Got off and went straight for 45 veggie massage which was really good in both our cases with surprisingly good looking massage-only-girls.
Came out and went into the pool to enjoy the buzz and get around the fact, that we have to go soon and act socially acceptable outside again...
But not before another show ! Saw my girl again. Cursed inside myself not having waited for her. Denied service proposed after the show. Saw the russian .. choregrapher lady who drills the girls. Not a bad mama. Got to talk to the manager, who is on all the pictures. Got invited back for silvester with theme: Mary Jane. For real guys he said it would be the real deal. But i wasn't around to check.
Went to the ferry terminal, got ringed by the Filipina who wanted to speak to my cousin. Waited and watched his answers and his facial expression...
Damn the boy got invited to get a proper breakfast with eggs and such at her place. Good that we got through customs at that point already. Then he asks: "Hey Bro, can you get home alone? I kinda wanna meet the girl an try to have a go at her" "You are worried about me Bro? It would be me who will worry. But here's my phone. Go and have some fun !" Just after that we were ordered to board the ship, so we said our good byes and went different directions...for a while ;-)
I got in, grinned a stupid big smile and waited for him to be rejeted at customs, not wanting to board and reenter at and exiting station. He then tried to spooke we arriving at my seat whilst i did my best to look like i was already dozing.
Got home at sunrise and even had the bad taste to film us singing at an underpass.
formerly a song about moscau but with macau punting lyrics that we thought about sitting in the pool.
No report but a re-living of memory while writing drunk.
cheers
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