For the pass few months, Lan Kwai Fong has been the regular weekly visits with a few friends of cousin W’s who had become my own good friends now. Since then, I have gotten to know quite a few other new friends in the capacity of restaurant/bar/club owners, directors, managers, bouncers, bartenders, as well as regular customers. All seems to be very nice and friendly people - fun people to be with as well.
Then there are a few different types of clubs. Some are private clubs with memberships and by invitation only policies, and then others are open to all. Within which there is also unwritten age group classifications and that’s where the sociology interests are.
Obviously, music genre has quite an influence on which age group the place attracts. The different organizers also place a great part in that. Some organizers are modeling agencies so naturally if the agency hosts a greater number of teenage models, teenage and mid 20’s would be the majority of the party’s age group, etc.
One might think that people from different age groups as widely separated as say teenagers and late mid-agers may act differently yet somehow that seems to be limited to men and DJs only where the different age group DJs obviously play different music genre and the different age group men acts differently among women. However, women, aside from different age groups having different attires, they seems to act the same. How so? Let’s just leave that to the readers to have a look see for themselves.
To this writer’s surprise though, unlike the street bar scenario, in clubs, before or after drinks, everyone seems to be quite friendly. Maybe it is this general attitude that keeps such a densely crowded place relatively brawl free even though one must shuffle and shift all evening to get from point A to point B within the club. Dancing, forget it, a can of sardines ain’t gonna be any Michael Jacksons no matter how one cuts them.
Where is the fun in that? Meeting new people. They may act very differently during days time, kinda Jackal and Hyde like but at least most of them were not at all snobby when they were in the club. Too friendly it seems at times as this writer got invited last night by a good friend to one such party of a “pre-reopening” of and other club which was also by invitation only. During the long and difficult walk around the crowded premises, there were too incidents. One was, 3 ladies in their 40s, I presume, tried to have a few conversations with this writer. While I had my usual and genuinely friendly attitude and they were properly well dressed ladies, I wasn’t interested in having too much a conversation or anything as I know they are, at the very least, not my friend’s type.
While we were strolling the premises, suddenly I was stopped by a white Caucasian male who was sitting by the bar sideways facing the flow of the traffic and was less than a meter from the wall; he had his arm extended up against the wall in between this writer and the guy just in front. He smiled and blocked me for about 5 seconds and then let me pass. That was all happening at the very beginning of the opening around 10:30pm and no one could usually have more than two drinks in the club by then. No harm done and I had a giggle and a cheer with him and my friends that’s about it. Kinda funny though.
I didn’t spend much time there as free rounds of drinks were over and the one any only thing I didn’t like it there was as soon as the free rounds were over, without an indications, when my friend tried to order us a round, the bartender simply told us that free rounds were over and then walked away? Who did he think we were, a couple of hobos?! We hadn’t any capes on our backs! So I held out a five hundred dollar bill and waved at him, and got him a big smile rushing back to our side of the bar all ready to take our orders. I’m sorry but that was to pay for a mere two drinks and no, he wasn’t given the change. I left after that drink, headed back to my usual bar where my other friend was waiting for me alone and continue with our usual 24 hour happy hour deal for the rest of the evening which ended at 1am.
That’s right, this writer is not a late night bar going type.
WhaUSay?!