Every once in awhile you gotta hit up the Blok. Blok M that is. To me Blok M is like Taco Bell: you know you’re gonna regret it, but every once in a while you gotta get some. I try to stay at some of the more unknown joints in Jakarta. Places more akin to the ERS maxim which is: drink, party and play, but do it big time. However, that’s not to say that Blok M doesn’t offer fun for all you readers who hold highly the principles of the Expat Rock Star.
Me and Mr. Smith had been drinking for a good portion of the night (him scotch and me bourbon) and the snap decision was made to hit up the old Blok (quite like the decision for going to Taco Bell hits you). So we caught a Blue Bird from the Shangri La and headed out on the hope something spectacular was gonna happen (I was hoping to get into a knife fight).
We got there and banged around to the usually spots and after a hour or two we happened into a joint called D’s Place.
Through door and up the stairs as soon as we walked into the place to the left there were about 8 or so chicks dancing on a stage with T-shirts on. You know what makes T-shirts fun?????? Water. The music was loud and the chicks were in a very good mood that night. We pulled up a few bar stools and ordered some booze (me bourbon him scotch) and stared like wolves at the dancing sexpots on stage.
Every now and then some Aussie would walk across the stage and squirt the girls with a supersoaker. Oh I know where this was going. Sure enough the clothes came off and tight little Indonesian bodies were shaking and giggling in a dance off until 3 girls emerged as winners.
The whole while this was going on I had been noticing that to the left dudes and chicks were bouncing in and out of this room marked VIP. VIP??? Well shit I gotta see what VIP is like on The Blok. We grab up our drinks and didn’t even bother asking if we could go in we just went. Inside the VIP was a small bar, some bar tables and a bunch of sofas on the back end of the room. Lots a Chinese guys in here tonight……….hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….something shady is afoot.
Sure enough next to the sofas was a game of BlackJack going on. An older Indonesian chick was the house and 3 Chinese dudes were there gambling away while 3 cute little Indos were dancing for them topless. “NOW THAT’S THE WAY YOU GODDAMN GAMBLE!!!!” I says to Mr. Smith. Then I was schooled on the unlikeliness that this game was straight. Oh well. Might as well get some dances.
Now these aren’t the hands behind your back local strip joint dances. You can put you hands anywhere you want and our dances were for like 20 minutes. All for around 100000 rupiah (clocking in at a whopping 10 bucks US). We had some more booze (him scotch me bourbon), talked some more shit and decided to take some of these stripper ladies back to my suite at the Shangri La. You can guess what happened next.
Note: This article is about D’s Place before it moved to a new building
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