When in Macau, you arrive at your fancy hotel and get ready to head straight back out. You don't have to pay for your suite and the sleeping arrangements aren't sorted, so you just chuck your things everywhere and change. Write the boys's suite number on a notepad next to the phone and your own on your wrist because you damn well will forget. The girls, in Macau, will stagger around in their highest and most uncomfortable heels as they stuff flats and flip-flops into whatever bags people are bringing that night. The boys, in Macau, will be suited up and ready to go and will knock on the door and wait for not-too-long, because everyone is hungry as hell.
When in Macau, you will eat at the food court because you can. You may all be refined adults, but one of you will buy a sippy cup and the rest of you will marvel at the way the holographic images change as you move it. You shall eat your pizzas and paninis and noodles and then set off to explore the Venetian because it is a freaking massive hotel, complete with indoor canals and gondolas and shops, in an attempt to mimic - fittingly enough, - Venice.
When in Macau, you head to the first club at around 10.30 and it's really empty. Buy tickets to enter. Stumble across the realisation - by Esme - that Club Lotus is where The Rocky Horror Picture Show would take place if it was updated to 2011. In Macau, you all get slightly freaked out. In Macau, Barry The Sippy Cup turns into Barry The Alcohol Sippy Cup.
When in Macau, you have to go to the casinos - because that's what Macau is known for. When in the Venetian, you have to go to the casinos because that's the only damn way you can get anywhere. One of you decides to put in $20 at slots once and comes out with $908 and you all scream and jump around. You decide to try your luck yourself, putting aside the knowledge that fate hates you in a blind optimism that you may too, win something, but of course you don't.
When in Macau, you try all sorts of new drinks. You discover one that you really like - maybe it's a Bellini Martini from Bellini Lounge, or maybe it's a freaking expresso cream and chocolate syrup Bailey's drink. It's not that crowded but you dance anyway as you wait for other members of your party to show up.
When in Macau, you may decide to lie on the bed with your best friend and take arm's length self photos whilst the others drink tequila. You may all go to the Hard Rock Hotel but not go in because you all cannot bear to pay $400 for club entry. In Macau, you may all go to the Playboy Club and find it boring because it's closing anyway. You may run into a small spot of bother which is redeemed and forgotten straight after.
When in Macau, if a limousine pulls up as you're waiting for cabs, you should go and ask the driver if he can drive you all to your hotel. Get a discount on the price and there you have it: a spur-of-the-moment limo rental. In your limo, in Macau, turn the music up and take photos and all feel incredibly pleased with yourselves. In your limo, in Macau, know that you shall probably never be satisfied with (1) any transport, and (2) another club ever again, after your dubbed 'Club-on-wheels,' managed to succeed in making you all completely giddy and for damn good reason.
When in Macau, you may plan to go back to the first club - which opens until 6AM - after you leave your beloved limo. In Macau, however, you may find yourselves victims to your appetites and instead embark on a quest to find food. Food is found in the form of a chinese restauraunt in the middle of a casino. Because you are all hungry and tired, you take it and eat, creating one of, perhaps, the most surreal moments you have ever lived through thus far. If you are a girl, you have complained about your feet hurting several times, and may have changed into alternate shoes.
When in Macau, your plan to go back to the first club after your meal may fall through as you realise you'd all rather go to bed. Despite tiredness however, you do not sleep for at least another hour because you must shower and one of you starts singing obscure songs and you all fall into deliriousness and giggle your heads off whilst watching Cartoon Network. When in Macau, you all sleep for five hours before you must be up again.
When in Macau, a starbucks morning coffee run is necessary because you have all had about four hours sleep. You shuffle around the hotel looking for the right exit and board the bus as you talk about the fact that last night seemed like a surreal dream. You look through all the photos you took last night and laugh your heads off at some of the funnier ones. In Macau, it's pretty fun.
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