Saturday night.

Sitting at the Irish Pub. I am sad to report there is not a goddamn sexy beefcake in sight. Not a single one, unless of course you count the football game on TV. There is one old drunk Irish guy here singing his heart out to the 90’s rock soundtrack on the radio, though.

Needless to say, I am over it the lack of hot Irish beef steaks in my life. Next stop: Ireland. I can hear the call of the motherland from the other side of the world already. It’s singing, “Come and get your looooove, come and get your looooove! Hey, hey, what’s the matter with ya, heyyy, alrighttttt…”

I will say the staff was very pleased to see me again. As soon as I came in, I thanked the server who had our table for her hospitality. She was very happy to hear we all had such a great time on New Year’s Eve. Her only disappointment was that I didn’t bring any friends with me tonight. Alas.

Unfortunately, we already had some drama in the group. My new Goan friend (who turned out not to be my friend) who I went to Macao with yesterday had a meltdown at me. Why? Because when she made the group, she set the group chat messages to auto-delete after 24 hours. When I asked her to change it, she didn’t respond. When I asked her again, she blew up at me and started publicly attacking me on the group chat.

Like, girl, come on. If you’re going to attack me like this, at least keep this chat exchange between us private. Don’t rope everyone else into it. They just want to go for a chill hike and a drink after a long, exhausting week of work. You don’t even live here. You’re just on vacation. The way you are behaving right now is not fair to everyone else.

I am sad to say I had to give her the boot for violating the terms of the safe space. Because of this, she continued melting down at me on Instagram. What did she say? Oh, just the exact same shit everyone sends me when they have their epic meltdowns at me.

I’m at the point where I’m just like… girl, stop. Please. I’m old. I’m tired. None of this is new to me. I am who I am. You’re not going to change me by screaming at me and trying to humiliate me in public. Please just stop.

She did not stop, so I blocked her. It was ridiculous. It also confirmed the theory about her I had developed after spending a day with her, which is that she is someone who is only concerned with herself and not the needs of others. I know one when I see ‘em. Life at SEA has taught me well.

I did manage to flip the script on her this time. I had already observed and documented her as spending the entire time on her phone, so when she tried to use the line “I don’t spent 24/7 on my phone,” I already had the answer for that. Then she tried to say, “You need to do some self-examination.” Girl, please. We all know my favourite hobby is navel-gazing. I’ve done enough of that in my life, quite frankly.

My answer to her was ultimately, “Please examine your own behavior right now. I approached you in private, yet you chose to make this matter public. All you had to do was change one setting on the group chat as the admin. It would have taken you maybe five seconds total. Instead of just taking direct action, you are now having a meltdown at me and sending me an endless barrage of personal attacks in the public group chat and to me in private on Instagram, all while claiming I am ‘bullying’ you. I am not the bully. You are being the bully, and that’s why you’re getting the boot. Good luck in life.”

Anyway, that was annoying. I’m so tired of dealing with people like this. I am officially setting my intention for the Near Year to bring the chill vibes and create a safe space for all. Diplomacy, fuck yeah!

It really doesn’t matter in the end. The whole group followed me to the new group chat and left her behind. Why? Because I’m the one who gathered them all together in the first place. They already know they can count on me. This is a safe space, fam.

No more drama.

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Anyway, sitting here looking around this Pub and the scenery is very boring. Luckily, right at that moment, the radio changed the song and made me go,

“OMG NOOOOOOOOO THEY DIDN’T!!!!”

Hahahaha. They’re playing Sexual Healing on the radio right now. Hahahahaha. Hahahahahahaha. That’s funny.

I mean, the original version is pretty good, but it’s the New Orleans Hot 8 Brass Band version that really kicks it up a notch, ya know what I’m saying?

*sings*

Now what’s my favourite word? SP-ICY!

I’m a Scorpio. What do you want from me? Everyone needs more of this in their life and they know it.

Hahaha, I am so into this. We need more Ireland! Just like, smother me in mashed potatoes and gravy. I am here for it.

Okay, I think I’m done writing now. The Irish vibes are hitting me hard. I need to eat something before I put on a who show for the non-existent crowd in here tonight. I need to keep myself respectable here. This is Hong Kong, not Bangkok. I can’t just be singing and dancing and taking home random Irish beefcakes whose presence haunt me for the rest of my days.

I am a proper lady! Amen!

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Update: Somehow managed to overhear one thing at this bar the whole night. It was an old Irish man referring to this playlist as the “Irish Mafia Soundtrack.” Hahahahaha! I knew it sounded familiar from somewhere. Like… Bangkok, perhaps?

Oh shit, they caught me laughing along with them and just made direct eye-contact. I didn’t know what else to do but raise my glass and smile back.

They’re definitely onto me now…

Oh yeah, just checked in on it and that’s definitely the owner right there. That explains a lot…