Last night festive meant a 10pm kick-off at California2 Guesthouse with a bottle of vodka and White Zombie on the stereo. It ended around 5am with a drunk-ass Bong trying to choose between the girl that tried to steal my laptop and the girl with the 1/2 African baby.
Decisions. Decisions.
Sharky Bar:
Packed last night. Good mix of tourists and expats downing cheap booze and digging the heavy metal mix. I set a date with a sexy Viet with big shoulders and a happening red dr
ess. Watched a bunch of waitresses get bombed on Johnny Walker Black while CoolCatCurtis gave me the lowdown on Pattaya, and we all talked shaving with cold water (shampoo works well, as does a layer of soap+ shaving cream.)ChillLarry came through with smoke and we talked books. James Ellroy is a god. James Lee Burke writes killer dialogue, Elmore Leonard is supremely cool, and.....
Inside Asia Magazine- the latest entry into PNH's free mag market- is out and...it kind of sucks. More importantly, they've managed to piss off some major advertisers by not bothering to send them copies. (It's already the 20th of the month.) I scanned a copy and...it's like the Pocket Guide but probably a lot more expensive to print. I didn't notice much in the way of original content -just a bunch of restaurant/ bar/hotel listings. The Pocket Guide's got that covered and...it fits in your pocket.
The devil in the red dress bailed when I wasn't looking (smart girl) and I needed to plot a new course. I figured I was wasted enough to stomach it so....
The Heart of Darkness:
Fucker tried to charge me $2 for a vodka w/ice. (Should be $1.50) Wall to wall chicks. I found a quiet place in the corner of the dance floor and watched the action unfold. Too many choices. Overload. I decided another drink would help. It didn't. I grabbed a 30-something and headed to Howies.
Howies Bar:
The boys were out in force. I don't recall much and I'm not sure why I started shouting angrily about Nazis. The 30-something took away my booze and we started talking about how Shanghai Bar could be better. Given the subject and the state we were all in...It was a short conversation. Shout out to BigRob: He knew I was too wasted to fuck and ran my girl out the door. Saved me $20...Dig. Howie decided to close early and my 9:40am class loomed on the horizon, so....
Walkabout:
Figured one more couldn't hurt. For once it didn't. Downed it. Said no to my favorite vampire vixens and hopped on a moto. I made it home and grabbed a few hours of shut-eye before class.
No bedspins. No throwing up. Even managed to fry up some food without burning the shit out of myself.
A pretty good start to the day.
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Thanks for the heads up. Let us know what your research uncovers.
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