Nightlife Looks in The Mira

Everyone was scrambling for invitations to the Grand Opening of The Mira. Spaces were so limited it was invite plus NONE. PRs called to check if you were really coming, otherwise, they were recanting the invite. Our Dark Features Editor got bounced off the list and became even Darker. Guests RSVP’d in earnest, something they rarely do. Friends weren’t telling each other that they were on the list for fear of incessant “Can I be your plus one?” solicitations. People were calling the hotel: “Can I pay to get in? I have to see Katy Perry!!!”

The Mira went ALL OUT. And delivered. In their gorgeous lobby, they handed out champagne and Miratinis from Room One, almond popsicles, wild salmon spheres, fluffy-crispy zuwaigani tempura from Yamm. On the third floor, fabulous Peking Duck was offered at Cuisine Cuisine, and Singaporean celebrity chef Steven Quek personally served scallop kataifis and his cracklin’ piglet at WHISK. I had some friends who decided not to look cheap and ate before coming to the party. Well, if you dressed as the dress code had asked (21st Century Glamour) you wouldn’t have needed to worry about appearing cheap while scoffing down free-flow party food in public.

The highlight was the massively magnificent ballroom on the 18th floor, bathed in a surreal sexy pink glow. The place was gloriously done up with decadent islands of desserts and gourmet cheeses that would have made Antoinette proud. The Mira opening was seriously BEST PARTY OF THE YEAR IN HK. So far (Lady You-know-who at The Venetian will be forever acknowledged as Best Party in Macau). That said, there were a lot of teens and tweens (and queens) in the crowd.
Underneath the fabulous nipple of a chandelier, Katy Perry performed in a cute, retro 80s silver one-piece, while her band rocked it in pristine white suits. Her legions of pre-teen girl fans sang every song like it was their own concert. What the?!? How’d they all get invited?

I loved how she got all her demographics covered. When she sang “Hot N Cold” and “Ur So Gay (And You Don’t Even Like Boys),” she vindicated, through mass catharsis, all the straight girls and gay boys who’ve had their time wasted by bi-curious emo poets. And then when she sang “I Kissed a Girl,” all the butch dykes secretly screamed and I observed straight men salivating lasciviously.

I thought Lisa of Hiphongkong was going to get Lesbeda with Katy during “I Kissed a Girl” as they had been flirting across the stage. But Lisa forgot her cherry chapstick (she had strawberry) so Katy didn’t bother to make out with her. Miss Perry also coquettishly extended her hand towards me, but then pulled it back dramatically when I motioned to kiss it. I guess I’m not a girl either.