BadBong. Cool Christmas

I ended X-Mas Eve with a cool dread-locked Cham girl. We came home. I cooked and we promptly passed out for 24 hrs. She was coming off a pill binge and I was...my usual lazy-ass self. Win-win. I don't mind when they pass out for a day or so, but by 7 pm Monday, I was thinking, coffee and conversation. Needed to get out for a bit.

Woke her up."Is it cool if I go out for an hr or 2?" I asked. She grunted, yes. Told her I'd be home soon. Locked the door and off to the riverside.

California 2 Guesthouse:
Coffee. Newspapers. "New BKK Airport already a major fuck-up." (To paraphrase a headline.) Perfect. All is right in the world. Dave the Hat in from TH. Cool dude. Good conversation. I started with coffee. More reading. My liter bottle of vodka called. I answered. Commence X-mas boozing.

Empty stomach. Hammered in a hurry. ESL teacher from Hiroshima and his ESL-teaching wife made the mistake of sitting next to me. I decided to see how well-heeled they were. I worked in Japan for a while and there are 2 types of gaijin. They weren't my type. Threw, "Fuck," into the conversation every chance I got - to see the reaction. They winced. Game ON.

My liter bottle now less than 1/3 a liter. How? Vodka's too easy. Busted out the "N - word." They looked visibly uncomfortable. Mission accomplished. ESL teachers with airs, beware. DonBong hates you. But hey, Christmas isn't all about me being a drunken asshole.

I scored a chunk of free smoke. And....

Sharky Bar (10:30pm-ish):
Decent crowd. Admiral out with a group of Kyrgs. Blasted. He had a run at a seemingly harmless Indian-looking guy (Bad-Gandhi) who made the mistake of hitting on the Chairman. Not his fault. He didn't know. BigChef intervened. Tried to make nice. Bought drinks. Bad-Gandhi let his true light shine through....Started slagging off on Cambodians. Hard. Vulgar. Racist... Out of line. He was told to stop. He didn't. BigChef could have broken him in half. He wanted to. Chi-Sean wanted a piece. We all did. BigChef used his head. Had security haul him away. Good thinking. That's what they're for.

The next step: BigUKB had the apparatus. We hit the chunk. Good stuff. Locally made. Closing in on 2am. I was wasted. Thinking about the woman locked in my apt. I like her. She doesn't suffer fools. How pissed would she be? Was she even awake? Wanted to hit Howie's Bar, but decided to do the right thing - about 4 hours too late, but...Hopped on a moto and went looking for flowers*. Flowers save men grief. Couldn't find any. Grabbed some food and prepared for a tongue lashing -and not the good kind.

Home:
She was still sleeping off a pill binge. Out cold.

Cool Christmas.



(*Florists at the markets sometimes work through the night.)