That Awkard Moment When Your Dad’s Mate Invites You for Lunch….Alone


And you invite your Dad to join, because you were so drunk the night before you cannot remember who was invited. Or not.

Ah, yes, this is another Hong Kong story. So I may have gotten massively pissed and (whilst playing at being a rich person) had a massive drunken whinge about why I had Never Ever Been to the Hong Kong Club (note, unlike all the others, which are still pretty prestigious, this is the Holy Grail of private HK clubs).

So Dad’s very good friend and Cathay Pacific pilot said he’d take me for lunch the next day. Something I’d totally forgotten until I woke up in a hangover haze and saw “HKC 1pm?” on my phone. It was 12.25pm.

“Yes!!” I responded immediately. “Meet you in lobby” was the reply. Then spoke to Dad.

Me: (still pissed) “I’m having lunch with ***** at the Hong Kong Club in half an hour. Are you coming?”

Dad: “Am I invited?”

Me: “I don’t know. Do you want to come?”

Dad: “Ummm. Do you want me there? Should I come? Am I invited?.”

Me: “Oh fuck it, let’s go, we’ve got half an hour to get there.”

So Anyway Dad, despite being an intimate friend of said pilot was clearly NOT invited (cue pilot to say “captain, can you please change my booking from two to three for lunch…) Although he was perfectly lovely and hospitable in every way. And they are good mates. after all.

In any case, I wore a frock as requested (v fancy) and tried not to marvel at the absolute opulence around me or the 2002 Sancerre the Pilot ordered without a thought. Dad though, was clearly alright with the fact his good mate wanted to take his daughter out to the most exclusive club in HK. Alone. He was so good with it, he fucked off afterwards to meet some crazy aussie friend and the pilot instead showed me his Wan Chai flat with mental porn lights under the kitchen cabinets.. Also, more very expensive wine rich people “happen to have” in their fridge. And then his six year old daughter and the Chinese mother of the child turned up. Incidentally he had not met the child until she was three. Both mother and daughter were a-fricking-dorable and had no issue with my being there sipping wine and playing hide-and-seek with the daughter.

So you can imagine it was more than slightly surreal.

Anyway, eventually I buggered off to meet dad and his even crazier mates at some dive bar in Wan Chai, as you do. I’m not sure what The Pilot’s intentions were, and seemingly, neither did Dad. This was one of his best mates (albeit slightly younger, in his 40s I would guess) but he seemed to have no qualms about his daughter possibly taking up with a rakish pilot with a child. Hmmmm.

I have to confess about being Ever So Slightly Annoyed said Pilot in question did not get me upgraded on the return flight home but I did spend a nice 7 hours on Cathay watching The Model Agency which almost (not quite) made up for it. In any case he’s a rather fun chap. I hope to see him again. Perhaps on a HK-Euro route which seems to be his thang.

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I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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2 Responses to That Awkard Moment When Your Dad’s Mate Invites You for Lunch….Alone

  1. Princess Lisa of Europe says:

    Liiiiike….when you come to Brussels biatch! And we will get down with the Eurocrats (be here on a Thurs eve, we’ll take you to the Embassy bar, where all drinks cost €1, the G&Ts are so strong they’re luminescent and see where the real work gets done!) Yes.

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