Solid Advice

It's been sort of quiet lately but that seems to be changing. The tourists are starting to come back, adding to an already festive atmosphere.

Martini:
Everywhere I went last night was packed. After a few quick ones at Sharky, I headed up to the Big M. Got there past 1 and the house was full. It stayed that way past 3. Note: The WC product seems to taste worse than usual these days, but hey - you get what you pay for. And although I complain, after 2 cigs, I was singing the lyrics to songs I don't know.

Baked. Unfortunately, I was too loaded to really lay into Weedburglar who had the gaul to dance in front of me and put on a soft-sell. Woman, you stole my smoke. I wouldn't take you home if you were the last nasty, dark-skinned chick on Earth. (Well, of course I would, but not last night.)

Shout Outs:

• Cheers to Aussie RK for laying some primo smoke on me. Good to have you back in town.
• Fuck You to the over-the-hill Pattaya Trash assholes who kept bribing the DJ at M to play classic rock songs. First the girls started leaving the dance-floor. Then they started leaving the room. Then my buzz started to fade. Thankfully, it took just one good soul /dance track to reignite things.
  
• Cheers to EMTed for good conversation. His latest medical advice: "Don't get shot in Cambodia. You'll die." Solid.