An evening in LKF

Start the evening at "Under the Bridge" seafood restaurant. Flirt with cute British chick. Wonder why old men by the pavement gape at her (and you hope, enviously at you). Return to resume dinner, walking behind her, and note the large hole where a part of her blouse apparently mysteriously disappeared. Recommend it (the piece that disappeared) for a Nobel prize.

Proceed to a charming, cozy, Manhattan-style apartment in "SOHO". Listen to psyche trance and start substance abuse.

Adjourn to the "Kee Club" - members only. But then that's the company you roll with. Get hammered.

Return to the hotel at some ungodly hour, listen to Hot Hot Hot on repeat (on the Bluetooth headset from Yodobashi), peruse the minibar. Consult medium the next day (or to be precise, the day after) to find out what happened in the black hole in your memory.

All in all, very Lan Kwai Fong.