Besides, it was a good day. Cruising down St 240 this AM behind a pack of scooter douches doing the slow-speed weave-in / weave-out scooter douche ballet when one just - for some unknown reason - went down. We were all treated to the wonderful sound of idiots smacking against pavement. Better than any Christmas carol; it made my morning.
Questions remain: Will the smoke smell come out of my suits? Is $1/pair too much to pay for underwear? What is this latest burning sensation? And....
WHERE THE FUCK IS DiverTX?
Anyway, the season's changed. Winter is here and I'm digging it. The avg. Khmer may be running around in a parka, bitching about the cold, but it's a very chill 74 degrees and the "cold" weather seems to be keeping my alley pest inside.* I'm considering hiring a Wat Phnom monkey to come by, steal her radio, and beat her to death with it. It's just a matter of negotiating a good price. Monkey pimps are a pain in the ass.
So much has passed since I last wrote, and so much more has been forgotten.
Martini Bar & Disco:
The chick-to-dick ratio this past weekend was phenomenal. Not as many tourists as I recall from last year but maybe I've got that wrong. Bar receipts will tell the tale. KidCartoon is back in town, back on the pill, and back on the dance floors of Phnom Penh. Some people just aren't down with rehab. What can I say except...?
It's a joy to watch.
Complain about his antics, but we all know - A place like PNH needs people like this. These meltdowns allow you to fall 10 miles, and still be able to look down and see someone looking up at you. A service to any expat community.
The Africans are still around. Management has been made aware of the problem....What to do? What to do?
Sharky Bar:
They had a semi-private boat cruise with Talking to a Stranger. They had a nice boat, happy cakes, and a comfortable view of the orange-clad, overpaid, underworked denizens of NGO-land. The Hash House Harriers. Back at it - packed like sardines on some leaky wreck like a bunch of refugees (or is the term....displaced migrants? I'll have to consult my Aid-Speak Dictionary.) Just kidding. I heard a couple of them were cool.
By the way,....who was that orange-shirted swamp creature - pie-eyed and stumbling down Sisowath looking for a motodop desperate enough to take him? Nothing punctuates a party like sinking waist deep in a muddy mix of cow-shit and toxic chemicals. I hope the skin rashes clear up soon, bro.
Howie's Bar:
Howie - turn the flashing lights on the Christmas trees off. No one needs that at 4:30am. I'd write more but I'm sleeping with the enemy. She'll be here any second, so I gotta boogie.
Happy Holidays
Get into the spirit and look busy with the following link**:
http://www.elfmovie.com/swf/snowball_fight/index.html
(*The old bitch that sits outside my window every day playing her fucking radio at top volume.)
(**Thanks to Sharky Mike for the link.)
2 comments:
I hit the gym bar, shark, WA, M, Howie, Heart, pulled from WA and this is all you can muster? Maybe the enemy kept you busier than your sms would have one believe?
What can I say?
Like the motivational posters read: "It's not the time you put in. It's what you put into the time.
BTW: Dig the White Zombie. A little more Public Enemy and Notorious B.I.G. would be welcome in the mix.
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