Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club Ball

Saturday was the annual Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club Ball. Since the Club is, of course, members only, we had to be sponsored by a member in order to get tickets. Now, I am not sure exactly how that happened, as our friend Michele invited and had the connections to get us some tickets. We got the after-midnight tickets since tickets were very expensive, and were even more expensive if you bought the tickets for the full ball which lasted from 7 at night until 7 in the morning. Once you bought tickets though everything was included, all the food and drinks and everything frm the bars was free. It was a black tie event, which meant that Matt had to dress up (!), or you had the option of dressing according to the theme of the ball which was Arabian Nights or something like that. It was pretty fun, and had several different bands and djs spread throughout the RHKYC building. We danced all night and Matt got WAY too drunk.

At the ball, it was confirmed for me once again that being rich does not make you cool in any way. The old men that lasted into the morning were pretty scummy and were obviously preying on the younger women. I am getting sick of the elitist attitude that is so prevalent here but I suppose that comes with the territory of attending an event at the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club. I bought my dress at a place called the Pedder Building, which is a discount place with ton of little stalls and the clothes all piled together in baskets, and I think the dress was a great find. So, when people asked me where I got my dress I thought it was fabulous and amusing to say "The Pedder Building" but people just sort of laughed awkwardly and looked the other direction in response. Matt got his suit made in Shenzhen and frankly, we looked great together, and we didn't need prove ourselves by wearing expensive or designer clothing. (By the way, I had never seen Matt in a suit before and I thought he looked very good. He has spent years telling me he doesn't look good in a suit but he is wrong.) One of the things I love about the US is that we are not as preoccupied with designer clothes and hand bags and we don't seem to need to be so haughty and conspicuous about our money. (At least in California...the east coast prep school/ivy leaguers are a different story. Actually, maybe that is just my experience with the US.) I can tell you, ne of the first things I will be doing when I get to San Diego is making a run for Ross and Target.

Anyway, we had a great time at the Ball and we lasted until the "survivor photo" at 7 in the morning, and then even went to an after hours club called Home until 9 am. Sunday we slept in till 5 pm, so my sleep schedule has been pretty messed up, hence the delay in posting the photos and blog entry.


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