It took the taxi driver three tries before locating Blowfish. However, upon arriving, the glitzy cars gave early notice and entering the club, it was quite clear that all the wealthiest Indo-Chinese families, or at least their sons and daughters, were there. The music was great, and things were moving; however, I was not feeling up. I was actually rather bored and my energy was sapped.
Walking around the club, there was little to do, until Charlie randomly leaned over to me and whispered, "I just saw two guys holding hands." Disbelieving, my interest was nonetheless piqued and I moved toward the direction Charlie had indicated. No sooner did I find myself near the front of the dance floor than I had found Jakarta Gay Central.
I first found three Chinese gays, one couple, and one queen bee. This boy reminded me of Lewis Feemster. He could move, he could groove, and he had an attitude that told you he knew it too. Every hot girl in the dance club was a pawn in his fingers. I indicated that we had something in common. Soon, I saw a very cute gay boy. Somewhat shorter, but well muscled and with a nice face. I made a few attempts to suggest that he should dance with me, but it was clear that, other than the one gay couple, gays here rarely danced together. They would dance close with each-other's girls, but rarely together.
Nonetheless, I managed to have a great deal of fun, and kept out on the dance floor. Several times, the girls and Charlie would come over and laugh at how much fun I was having. Then, the queen bee decided that I ought to have a drink. I attempted to refuse several times, but it was quite clear that it was better to make friends than enemies, and I obliged. Three drinks later that night, and I was a bit tipsy with inhibitions somewhat lowered. I danced with greater vigor than I have in a long time. My only regret was that Danny was not there.
Anyway, I later sat down with the cute gay, my earlier intended target. I finally got to talk with him, and I decided to mess with him. I told him my name in Bahasa, "Nama saya Jacob", and he returned the gesture; however, I could barely parse his Indonesian name. It didn't matter that much, he just had to look pretty. I told him that he was cute, and he returned the compliment, one that was totally unnecessary as he had been eying me the whole night. We exchanged a few pleasantries and then I decided to have my laugh.
Me: "You're quite lucky"
Him: "Why's that?"
Me: "Because I have a boyfriend"
Him: *laugh* "Is he with you"
Me: "No, he's on the other side of the world"
He got one of those gleams in his eye, but I made it quite clear that I was not on the market. I had had my fun dancing the night and talking a little, but it really made me miss Danny.
Anyway, my friends dragged me from the dance floor and we headed back to the Hotel.
Post Script
In the morning, I had my stuff packed, woke up early (to Charlie's chagrin, he doesn't understand how I managed to be so awake on such little sleep), had some breakfast and killed some time. We checked out, made our way to the airport, and headed to Saigon on Air Asia. Saigon is great, Susie has been here for three months before and she showed us around some of her favorite places. Not knowing Vietnamese will be more isolating than not knowing Bahasa or Chinese in the previous locales, but with Susie, things go by more smoothly. I'm learning a few phrases, but it's really hard not to flit back and forth between Bahasa and a handful of other phrases.
Early morning tomorrow with lots of company visitors coming to the Hotel to talk to us about Vietnam.
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