Hong Kong Re-Opening Night
Caught the opening night festivities at the double-sized HK Friday night. Got there a bit after 10 or so. Walked in the new entrance and was handed a can of Tecate. “Gratis, free tonight only my friend.” Nice start. Walked in. It was bumpin’ loud and PACKED. Chicas in short little stretch dresses with Hong Kong imprinted across the ass where everywhere.
Straight ahead, down a couple stair and around a pillon. That took about 10 minutes. Did I mention it was packed? I mean wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder. The place was a circus: including a fat guy in a clown outfit with a rainbow afro wig blowing a whistle non-siop, pounding musica, fast Spanish talking DJ yelling without let-up, confetti everywhere, a man and woman mines striking stupid poses in the new shower area, dozens of maseros in jester hats trying to push their way through the crowds, dozens of strippers in New Orleans/Rio Carnival outfits (bird masks, tons of glitter, body paint, big feather boa things sticking out the backs of their thongs), live video of the action up on the big multiscreen, a million guys of course, lots and lots of good-looking nicely dressed non-stripper girls who where just there for the fun, a few curious streetgirls wandering in for the free beer, and dozens and dozens (seriously) of chicas in those Hong Kong dresses dancing arm-to-arm EVERYWHERE, across all the catwalks and up and down all the staircases. Wild!
They had set up a boxing ring next to the downstairs stage. I first wanted to check the place out, having not been there for a few months. Very hard to move on the first floor, but doubled back and made my way up the stairs slappin’ 8 or 9 “Hong” checks along the way. Second level was a bit less crowded, you could kinda move along if you were patient. Every inch of the catwalks were covered, so you can lay to rest any worries around how sturdy they are.
Third level was a reasonable short cut from side to side. The top level bar on the end actually had a little bit of breathing room. Ordered another beer as waiter service was impossible that night. Made my way back down the stairs on the new side, this time slapping all the “Kong” cheeks on the way down. Played my cards right and managed to get a set at the stage. After one of the Carnival bird girls was finishing her set, the reign of weirdness started.
With the DJ screaming something completely unintelligible non-stop, a parade of the Hong-Kong-Dress girls made their ways down the stairs onto the stage, then started dancing elbow to elbow for a couple of songs. I counted 17-18, assume the same thing was going on on the other stage. There were guys playing drums along with the musica while the girls did their best to dance within their one-square-foot and not fall off the stage. They later conga-lined back off the stage and where soon replaced by three women in black batlike costumes. These three, non-very-attractive women just stood there for the most part, then eventually slowly waved their long black wings up and down back and forth. We were all pretty much waiting for the point to occur, but things like that don’t happen much in Mexico. Then they left and a small guy in a tuxedo-like outfit began semi-Flamenco dancing around on the stage. I thought he was just going to do the setup for the shaving cream show, but that never happened. Instead, he was up there for a LONG half hour lip-syncing and joking around in Spanish. This wasn’t just “gay.” This guy was clearly flaming gay. Nonetheless, all the girls were thrilled stuffing dollars in his belt. Those that could understand Spanish where laughing throughout, so he was clearly a good comedian, but for those who aren’t fluent, we were just uncomfortably clapping when everyone else did and waited for it to be over. And waited. And waited.
Coming up next was the boxing match, and the one thing not coming up through all this was my dick.
I love HK, It is the only place I go to in TJ. I sit at the stage with a pocket full of singles, enjoy a beer or two, rub the parading pussies and nipples, maybe buy a girl a drink and then it’s arriba-time. But tonight wasn’t HK business as usual. There were some guys at tables with girls, but mostly non-hooker girlfriends/wives. This just wasn’t the kind of atmosphere where you could do business. Realizing that, I made it over to AB before the fight started to clear the ringing in my ears and get my freak on (more on that in the AB posting section).
When I came back after my session, the crowd had thinned a bit. The weirdness seemed to be over and things where starting to get back to the usual stripping/hooking business. Hung out at the old stage for a little while, but didn’t want to get covered in stripper glitter, so eventually, around 1:30 a.m., made my way out the new side while they were taking apart the boxing ring supporting structure. Walked across the border with zero wait time, just 3 people in front of me.
All-in-all, a great party experience. Lots of fun, lots of wildness, a little weirdness, not much sexiness. But I guess that’s OK for one night.
I was back about 12 hours later and am happy to report that it was nearly empty, the new side was open but dark and I was able to conduct business as usual.
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