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...rooms, trying to groove to the beat and still carry on their conversations. At midnight the dance floor was still empty, and the party organizers wondered whether they had hired the wrong DJ. But by two in the morning, the lobby began to clear and the multilingual din subsided. In true European fashion, it was only after a lot of talk that the crowd was ready to come together. But eventually all of the partygoers made it out on to the floor, happy to lose themselves in the music and dance the night away...
...joined by Gary Busey who shares more of what he calls his Busey-isms. Bridget (we're old pals after five minutes' conversation) knows Gary and recounts some of her favorite Gary Busey acronyms. BIBLE, it transpires, stands for something about "Information Before Leaving Earth." In the din of the ballroom I can't make out the first word beginning with B. I worry that it is Baboon or Buffoon, but feel too embarrassed...
...body upward. Another glance out the window. Not good. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm. The seats ahead of me are shaking. I can feel the thunder in my bones. I know this isn't real, but I can't seem to control my fear. Through the din, I hear Dr. Hsia ask me how I'm feeling on an anxiety scale of 1 to 10: total relaxation to panic. I'm pushing 9. The storm thunders on. I am hating this...
...game is at its most frenzied at Babylon. The man by the pillar smiles hesitantly at Fifi. She grins back, pops a mint and slinks on over. They mouth words to each other, not that they can really hear over the techno din. He says he works for a financial company. She says she owns stocks. Pretty soon he's got his hand on the small of her back and is drawing her closer. When he reaches over and nuzzles her neck, she closes her eyes and leans her head back. But only for a moment. Soon, she opens...
...artsy Fringe Club in the trendy Central district, Fai has barely sat down with his bottle of Tsingtao, when a bright-eyed girl dances up to him out of the jazz-band din. The hipster aura is already working, but Fai plays it cool. He smiles his big, gummy smile and lets the girl sway back into the jiggling crowd. He turns to the table of men and toasts, "kau lui!" He puts down his bottle and takes the dance floor. But the prey has moved on. Fai has misjudged, and now she's dancing with another, quicker Lothario...