So it's 2am in Bangkok and here's why I'm loving it and not wanting to leave.
We listened to someone totally butcher "No Woman No Cry" in a bar called Country Road (singular, not plural). And it was funny. And really painful.
In this same bar a roach crawled up Pat's ankle, decided it just wasn't worth it, and crawled under me and toward the other table. Awesome.
The nachos on Soi 8. This time they weren't made with Doritos which would make for an awful disappointment. But somehow, they were still the best. Okay, who am I kidding. It was the Thai whiskey that made them great. But by then I was drinking water.
Some Australian guy bought us shots of Thai whiskey. It smelled like molasses and tasted like your worst nightmare. I pretended to do it and drank half. It was half of my worst nightmare.
The dj in the place on Soi 8 played some Le Chic and had an afro that appropriately matched the song. He is too cool for school. I've always wanted an afro. How did this Thai guy, who should have stick-straight hair, get a slammin' afro? I never asked, but next time I will.
Sawyer went to bed under the safe supervision of our fantastic Arlyn.
One band tonight played John Denver. They also played a Beatles medley. All of these were with thick Thai accents. It doesn't matter how much or how little talent you have, the accent makes it entertaining.
I will miss these fun nights! Time to sleep it off, reread this post, and feel kind of silly for actually putting these thoughts into words.
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