Saturday.

Here at the Secret Society. I came back to check if I left my tab open last night after the bartender gave me shots of tequila and I blacked out. Kinda hoping my Uncle went ahead and paid it for me after vehemently defending his desire to become a storybook character to his friend last night.

The friend in question was some rando. I did not recognize him, but he clearly knew me! Yet another reason why I should stop drinking wine when I come up here… Anyway, the rando was saying that my Uncle should not talk to me because I will write about him and he will end up in the story. My Uncle said, “Yes, that’s what I want. I want to be a character in the story! I don’t have a problem with that at all!”

This is why I adopted him as my Uncle. I know, the radical idea that some people in this world actually consent to this, lol. It happens far more than you would think!

Meanwhile, our sketchy friend from The Wolf has returned to Hong Kong. They said “he had to go away for awhile.” In the world I come from, that is code for “he was serving time in prison.” I just passed him lurking around the corner bar on Peel Street on my way up here. Definitely not someone I care to be left alone with for any reason whatsoever.

I am not quite sure what happened after this point in the evening, but I do know that I got a cab home. This is a rare occurrence for me, so I’m guessing someone called it for me. I haven’t heard anything about an unpaid tab either. Hmm… sounds like Uncle was behind this one!

He said he wants his name to be Sir Myles Northampton. Really. He chose that name for himself. I had nothing to do with it.

Love it. This guy has been living the International Finance Bro Lifestyle for decades. He’s a total baller, a big shot caller. He knows his escapades are legendary, and so do I. And so, I hereby dub thee, Uncle, Sir Myles Northampton!

LOL!

See how much fun we could have, Mr. Next Door? You’re an actor! I thought you would understand! Alas!

He’s so lame, even Mr. S uninvited him to the party. He was like, “This guy seems like a wanker. He’s not invited next time. He can put his headphones back in and stay on the other side of the wall.”

Hahahaha. Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass on that message, bro. Lol.

I honestly don’t know when I will see Mr. S again. Perhaps sometime around my birthday? Or should I say… our birthday.

He’s not my boyfriend, btw. He’s just some guy I’m fucking. It’s not like it can go anywhere, so I don’t plan to invest very much time and energy into it. It’s just a casual buddy situation kind of deal, ya know what I mean? I actually do really need to get married if I’m going to stay abroad long-term, so I’m a little more focused on finding an eligible candidate for that particular arrangement. This guy is just for fun, just for now.

Well, as we all know, I have no real control over my love life, so I choose not to worry about it right now. For now I need to worry about other things…

It’s so dead in here tonight. Ugh. Oh well. At least I got some time to write and process everything I’m dealing with right now.

Off now! Have a lovely day!