KL Night Life

Having spent the last 3 days in Kyoto where there isn't much of a night scene, Yale and I decided that we wanted to spend the evening out and about the town. Our travel guidebook suggested that we hit Hard Rock Café (otherwise, I would've gone elsewhere) to hear music from some local/regional bands. To our disappointment, there was no live music, just an empty stage with American music playing in the background. I was happy to eat a side salad because I've been missing out on vegetables. Most of my meals have been high in protein and carbs. Fruits/vegetables are expensive in Japan, so I didn't eat any (unless the mixed fruit in my yogurt counts). My guidebook also suggested that I be cautious when eating fresh fruit here (i.e., I must wash the fruit off with bottled water and then peel off the skin). Too much work, in my opinion. Fortunately, my breakfast included fresh watermelon and honeydew.

Back to HRC...the atmosphere was nice, but it was half-empty (or half-full—however you view the world). Maybe the thunderstorm scared away the people. A lot of the outdoor restaurants seemed to be crowded inside, but empty outside due to the bad weather. There was one hopping spot—some Thai bar/club that I joked about. Yale was like, "if we want Thai, we can do that while in Thailand." Oh yeah, one other thing about HRC. They totally charged me for two drinks! Apparently, you only get one free refill. They conveniently neglected to mention that.

After HRC, I returned to the Twin Towers to get some great night shots. Seriously, these buildings are beautiful. And delicious...they reminded me of the popsicles that I got as a kid: red, white, and blue popsicles. (Yale thinks they're called firecrackers—honestly, I don't remember.) Since we were by the Twin Towers again, I persuaded Yale to go back to the mall (since I love shopping as you all know) and check out Zara's. I found some shoes that I almost bought as well as a couple of nice shirts. As we were leaving the mall, we hit up this massage chair store and got some foot/calf massages. The lady working at the store stood there and stared at us for the whole time. We only got a break when another customer would come in. I got tired of speaking to her (she didn't really speak English), so I asked her about the eye massage, which she gladly put around my eyes. Completely oblivious to the world around me, I relaxed while Yale was forced to continue conversing with the lady. When she stepped away to help another customer, I made my getaway (she tried to get me to buy them machine at least five times in ten minutes).

Tomorrow night (at the time of this posting, tonight), Yale and I are going to hit up the ex-pat district. Apparently, it's pretty lively at night. Maybe we'll find a pair of British girls living here on daddy's ex-pat package.