HK RUGBY SEVENS

So, I have been back in Hong Kong for 15 days now.

At least 12 of those were spent recovering from a wild cocktail of Jetlag and American hangovers.

I like to think I have been highly productive. I have made a website (Woohooo) with the help of no one, because yes, no one helps me. Ever. Isn’t it weird that all sorts of people tell you they’ll help and when the time comes they just bugger off and leave you stranded? Silly Bastards.

Anyway, it was the infamous Hong Kong Rugby Sevens this past weekend. I didn’t go to the stadium this year because I went last year. I wish I never went. I don’t wish that hell on anyone.

The Rugby Sevens is a difficult one to explain. It is really Hong Kong’s answer to a carnival or Mardi Gras.
In reality, a bunch of nutters (including myself last year) queue from 7am to get into the South Stand (the place to be I was told). You have to go with a group of friends, you have put on fancy dress on and to have to drink beer. A LOT of beer. For breakfast you have beer. And for Lunch. For dinner… Can’t remember past 3-4pm what actually happens.
So one year apparently this guy got a blowjob from Snowhite and he was so drunk he thought it was a girl. It wasn’t. Bad luck mate.

Last year I definitely think I saw soemone poo in a bin, and I 100 percent received a Golden Shower. Yep, someone  threw piss on my head. I did not care. Why? Because I didn’t even know my name then.

So yes this year, I passed. And went to bed at 4am. Like a good grown up girl that I am.