I didn't get off and I loved every minute of it

I booked a flight to San Diego in November, eagerly awaiting my fourth annual trip to TJ and HK in February. But as the date neared, my anticipation waned for some strange reason. As much fun as I previously had at this Mexican Disneyland, I wondered if it was worth traveling 2,000 miles one way. I considered paying the $150 cancellation fee for my airfare and just staying close to home by making another 3½-hour drive to the Greater Toronto area for a couple days of escorting and erotic massage fun.

Ultimately, I decided on HK, figuring I can do Toronto almost any time. It was a great decision. I had another fun-filled three nights at HK. But instead of starting from the beginning, I'll detail my final night, which ended with a different kind of experience, on Valentine's Day, no less. I'll skip the logistical details, which haven't changed and are plentiful in other reviews.

Friday was busy as usual, but I don't think any more so due to Valentine's Day. I arrived just before 10 p.m., keeping an eye on the time, knowing I better be out of there by 3 a.m. to catch the first trolley back toward the airport for my 7:30 a.m. flight home.