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Oh! Capital City

Ola… We embarked on our train journey from Amtrak Pennsylvania station in New York at 6am. The underground station early that morning was lifeless. The air is suffocating. The Calea Express waiting room is still not opened. There is no announcement, as the departure board has no info of the platform. We have 3 massive bags full of our shopping madness in New York and San Francisco. Thinking that we can check in our luggage that going to save us the hassle of getting on board the train.

We were pleased to see the baggage check in counter. There are a long queue mainly black people... I have never seen so many black people before in my life. When it was our turn to hand in our luggage, the Amtrak officer, which also a black lady told us…

“Where ya goin? Washington?? No check in for Washington… take your luggage on board”

Fuck! A simple sign would be great… so we queued up for 20mins for nothing? And now we’re stuck with these bags to carry on board?

The waiting area is now open. There is a Latina lady maybe from Mexican background waited at the counter. We asked what time does the Caleas Express to Washington is boarding. She inconspicuously told us that there will announce it via the PA. The train is very comfy, business class seats and a table in the middle. The 3 hours uneventful journey… so I managed to catch up with my blogs. The train stopped at several stations Pennsylvania, Detroit and then Washington D.C.

Everything is massive in Washington DC. Stunning train station with an amazing architecture. Very different from New York, DC is clean, planned and structured. The perfectly manicured gardens in front of most building and the gigantic government offices reminds me a lot of Malaysia’s Putrajaya. This is how Mahathir envisaged Putrajaya to look like. It took Washington more than 300 years to look like this… I think Putrajaya did a fine job to get it right.

Matt, Declan’s friend picked us up at the train station in his Audi A4. We’re very lucky to have friends in every state to entertain and take care of the two of us… except for Las Vegas. This is my 1^st time meeting Matt and they have not seen each other for 10 years. Matt seems to be a friendly and an outrageously funny. The idea of going to Washington and doing the trips to museums and monuments wears off pretty quick.

After checking in at the Renaissance Hotel DC, we promised matt to catch up for dinner. It’s also happened that there is a National Equality March that weekend so the whole city is full of gays and lesbians. It’s a yearly event begin with a black tie and tuxedo dinner with President Obama and then the BIG MARCH demanding Equal Rights for gays. This year they’re fighting to stop Proposition 8 that banned same sex marriage.

Back to our trip, we met up with Matt at 630pm and went out to have martinis and tapas at a restaurant called Source, one of the famous Wolfgang Puck chain restaurateurs. We had amazing Pear martinis and Tuna Tartar that served in a cone. It’s so amazingly good.

After a few rounds of martinis, we then walked to another venue called Asian Nine for lychee martinis. Outing with Matt sure an event to be remembered. Its class and trash all in one…and hell lots of laughs. We then moved venue to a raunchier club. Somewhere in bumfucknowhere in DC industrial area. The club is massive with dimmed lights and 2 bar counter and naked boys dancing on top of the bar wearing only socks and shoes on. And they are seriously butt naked with big cock dangling. I thought my trip would not get any trashier that Folsom st… but clearly I was mistaken.

Some of the boys are still in their early 20s, with chiseled body and hot ass. There is one boy that caught my attention from far… mind you I’m not wearing my glasses at the time so most of them looked hot to me. It’s a custom to tip your strippers, and matty gave me $2 to slip the cash in the boy’s socks…as there is nowhere else to stuffed them. I walked to the boy with the black cap on, he’s still waving his massive cock in the air. As I approached him, he bends down and we said hello…

Me: I think I like what I see

Stripper: Thanks … I like you too… What’s your name?

Me : Its Jett…

Stripper: I’m. ……(I don’t remember his name)…

I slipped the tip in his sock… he gave me a peck and I let him go. There is a distinct smell of his body. Like a strong smell of cheap aftershave. We continue drinking and after a few raspberry vodkas the night goes wilder.

The club continued with Drag shows, a very lengthy one… In the beginning it’s a novelty and its slowly wears off after the 15^th to the 20^th show… One of the drag queen that performed Janet Jackson song looked like a prostitute rather than a drag queen. It’s so funny as if she forgot her wig and costumes. As always, the Lady Gaga personification of Paparazzi single is the best one.

After the show finally ends (seems it will never comes) we got more drunk and louder. Me and Matty moved to the dance floor to shake our booties. He’s a wild dancer, strutting his stuff like a pole dancer. Its wears off pretty quick as the music gets from bad to worst. We took a taxi back to the hotel.

Matt was really drunk and stumbles his way and we’re giggling non stop and profusely apologizing to the cab driver. When we reached Renaissiance, Matt send us to our room. He nicked the flower from the lobby and the water from the vase dripped all over the elevator. Declan kicked him out and we finally went to bed around 2 am... Drunk and disorderly. Lucky we took some neurofen 400 before bed…

I showered…as I can still smell the cheap smell from the stripper on me… Good Night Capital City!!!

PS : I saw this incident where the police officer is helping these guys changing a flat tyre near the White House.... errr... never seen this before either with our Police force in Australia or Malaysia.... I think in Malaysia you would have to move your car with or without a tyre! LOL

Step awayyyyy from the vehicle!!!!

Shopping for Labels…in USA

I maxed out my Mastercard in New York… That a statement and what really happened. You cant blame me when there are so many shops around and the labels here are very cheap compared to Australia or Malaysia.

I invested and befriended a few stores like Kenneth Cole, Marc by Marc Jacobs , Barneys, Bloomingdales, Zara, GAP, Abercrombie & Fitch and Century21… Oh la la… Century 21!

Let begin our relationship with Kenneth Cole New York. There are a lot of KC stores around. The flagship store is on Fifth Avenue… but we didn’t spend any there but at KC’s smaller store, they have 50% off the already markdown price. That’s crazy! I got a pair of leather sandals for $8, Boots for $80, 2 black tee for $50, a watch for $80…and the list goes on and on… Everytime a KC store is near, we’ll be in there to catch a bargain.

Marcs by Marcs Jacobs stores are more upmarket but with amazing price. I bought a few tees there and gifts for my friends. If you happened to get one of the keychains… its from Marc Jacobs honey! And its real…. Just be thankful I don’t give you a crappy New York keyring like all the other tourist do…

We went in Barneys of New York store in San Francisco. It’s a place where you can go crazy if you have the $$$$$. And I mean a lot of them. Its very chic and have a boutique feeling about it. Very classy and La’ Di Da….There is an Asian girl shopping in there with her dog sitting comfortably in the waiting area. Brands like Yohji Yamamoto, Comme Des Garcons, Jil Sander, Alexander McQueen and many more lives in this store. We bought ourselves a pair of Paul Smiths shoes for $300. As I know Carrie would do that…. We dare not visit the one in New York. Maybe next visit.

Bloomingdales in New York is a store like David Jones in Australia or Tangs in KL. Its huge, expensive but less personal touch and as exclusive as Barneys. As a tourist, when you visit the Tourist Service Centre, they’re giving 10% off discount that will compensate the purchase tax. Mind you this is USA. You have to add up tax with the advertised price. Not much that attract me in this store. They only have more mainstream and mature brands like Zegna, Coach, Prada, Gucci, Versace and others. I’m not that old to wear these… I was a bit disappointed until we went to the basement where the younger designers were. I spotted a Nudie Jeans and look for my size 30. Maybe cos its slim fit or my ass just got bigger due to excessive consumption of chili dog at Papaya Dog. I have to opt for 31…and they’re out of 31. I tried 32 and it fits ok. We bought them… athough it’s a bit loose… maybe I have to get a less tight jeans now.

Zara in USA is still cheaper and have bigger range than in Asia. And because they cater for Asian market, its easier for me to find my size.

I better look up all my receipt now..with panadols handy!...