Mint

My weekends tend to go like this. Friday: off work, dinner, listen to music, do some activity, sleep until the afternoon the next day. Saturday: up in afternoon, hang out, go out and do something, dinner, go to bar/club, get home at 5AM, and sleep to afternoon. Sunday: wake up, go out for coffee, dinner, and get ready to go back to work.

Friday I went out to the Taipei Tavern sports bar. It was a cool place and it was cool to see a replay of the Dallas-San Francisco game. But the crew there was more than a few years my senior. Not even the Heineken beer girl, who is paid to flirt with customers, would talk to me.

Saturday I met a friend and went to a club called Mint where my friend’s friend was a DJ. But she kinda sucked as a DJ and I was glad when she was done since the music got better and she got us free drinks (a can of Coors was about $6, so without her the place was a real ball-buster). There were not a whole lot of people there but strangely there was a glut of very tall American models there for some reason. But I was happy since I got the number of a non-model there.

When the place got out at 4AM I did not want to take a cab back home since that would have meant having the dude who took me there crash on my floor. And given that I really had not had much to drink, by my standards, I was not about to fall asleep. So I grabbed a coffee and ended up waling around the Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall for over an hour until the subway started up.

I am already pumped for next weekend since my friends Calvin and Kara are taking me to what is supposed to be a cool club in town. We shall see how that goes.