empty bottle of smirnoff + half empty bottle of green label =
0630 am Sunday morning:
I find myself just home from a night out with the visiting Thai students. Note for intercultural communications scholars... when inebriated aka piss drunk, we are all the same. Seems like if the UN had an international year of booze, we would be a more happy and similar world but I digress. Must admit that I did not expect to have such a nice time initially but I am glad the evening turned out very well. Took them (though sometimes they it felt like they were taking me) to mustaffa, rochor beancurd then momo where we stayed till approx 4 30 am.
In between, managed of course to squeeze in a discussion of some suitably weighty topic (not my waistline) about the Thai economy and society etc... while waiting for the ladies to get ready for clubbing. A bit like JC days but less hormonal. Took in a lesson on Loansharking 101 in thailand as well from Pom, a 19 yr old chap who speaks with more sense than I do on a good day.
I am still trying to come to grips with the dynamics of Thailand, somehow looking at another society has made me appreciate certain nuances of our own more acutely. Apparently, our reputation precedes us too well and someone must have hit the Thais with horror stories about our "fine" city. They actually thought that it was illegal to eat while walking on the streets since no one was doing so... presumably because I was not in the area. So after buying some old chang kee and looking around, they decided to play it safe and find a "safe" place to sit and eat first.
Anyway back to 04:45 am and I have just sent the Thais back to their hotel with Sheena Nicole and Glendon who came down to join us at Momo. I sat in the lobby and waited before I got called to one of their rooms by Nicole. Those who did not go clubbing had been "busy" and the above mentioned bottles lay smugly in different corners of the room witnessing the scene that they have caused. And an interesting scene it was.. 4 Thai girls and 1 Singapore girl in one toilet stumbling to help a fallen comrade. The smell of camaderie and international cooperation hung in the air, or maybe it was a slight smell of puke, can't really decide. Minor debate later, they decide that the floor is a safer place for their friend in case she falls off the bed. Then in a moment reprising the best of my brotherhood moments at their age, they took out a camera and starting striking poses over their drunk oblivious friend.
My dog is going into surgery tomorrow, a lumpactomy they call it. There's a not too agreeable lump somewhere on his right flank and they have to check if it is the big C, really hope nothing happens to him.
I find myself just home from a night out with the visiting Thai students. Note for intercultural communications scholars... when inebriated aka piss drunk, we are all the same. Seems like if the UN had an international year of booze, we would be a more happy and similar world but I digress. Must admit that I did not expect to have such a nice time initially but I am glad the evening turned out very well. Took them (though sometimes they it felt like they were taking me) to mustaffa, rochor beancurd then momo where we stayed till approx 4 30 am.
In between, managed of course to squeeze in a discussion of some suitably weighty topic (not my waistline) about the Thai economy and society etc... while waiting for the ladies to get ready for clubbing. A bit like JC days but less hormonal. Took in a lesson on Loansharking 101 in thailand as well from Pom, a 19 yr old chap who speaks with more sense than I do on a good day.
I am still trying to come to grips with the dynamics of Thailand, somehow looking at another society has made me appreciate certain nuances of our own more acutely. Apparently, our reputation precedes us too well and someone must have hit the Thais with horror stories about our "fine" city. They actually thought that it was illegal to eat while walking on the streets since no one was doing so... presumably because I was not in the area. So after buying some old chang kee and looking around, they decided to play it safe and find a "safe" place to sit and eat first.
Anyway back to 04:45 am and I have just sent the Thais back to their hotel with Sheena Nicole and Glendon who came down to join us at Momo. I sat in the lobby and waited before I got called to one of their rooms by Nicole. Those who did not go clubbing had been "busy" and the above mentioned bottles lay smugly in different corners of the room witnessing the scene that they have caused. And an interesting scene it was.. 4 Thai girls and 1 Singapore girl in one toilet stumbling to help a fallen comrade. The smell of camaderie and international cooperation hung in the air, or maybe it was a slight smell of puke, can't really decide. Minor debate later, they decide that the floor is a safer place for their friend in case she falls off the bed. Then in a moment reprising the best of my brotherhood moments at their age, they took out a camera and starting striking poses over their drunk oblivious friend.
My dog is going into surgery tomorrow, a lumpactomy they call it. There's a not too agreeable lump somewhere on his right flank and they have to check if it is the big C, really hope nothing happens to him.
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