It was my birthday and we arrived in good time at the all inclusive chinese buffet, as the task of eating anything up to one hundred and fifty different dishes required careful pacing. These ranged in texture from the brittleness of crab's legs, through the crispiness of fried chicken wings, to the more mysterious and gelatinous end of the spectrum.
At some point the interest for any type of chinese food receded. We moved slowly out onto the pavement, then having bid farewell, the other family members dispersed into the dark underbelly of chinatown...
As a continuance of the treat theme, Isabelle had given some prior thought to our proposed visit to "The Kingdom", a recently opened venue for "Danse Contacte" also known as Lap-dancing. We made our way up the brightly lit stairwell as the volume of some power ballad or other increased in volume with each step. Isabelle assured me that it was quite normal for married couples to frequent such dimly-lit venues...
We settled ourselves in the practically deserted club after paying for two mandatory overly priced lagers. However this dearth of customers did mean that each successive performer effectively gave a private dance for us.
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