So this week I checked out a bit of night life and we moved into our apartment, which is like Japanese 80s ad exec style. AWESOME DESU!!
Ping pong and other forms of foreplayWent to Suan Lum markets which is acres and acres of cheap yet bedazzling crap being bought by farangs. I paid too much for two stuffed elephants (their trunks are up) and a t-shirt I thought was cool but have since seen on some of the local hookers and may therefore have to never wear again.
Also checked out one of the Heineken bars, which was your standard five thousand pissed Thais in a courtyard drinking kegs of beer. We were there with some of the thai dudes from work, who, if you know anything about drunk asians, were pretty funny. The universal truth for the ladies' toilets held true: the one closest to the bar was shut for cleaning (all night) and the only other one was in a distant mall with a 10-girl (and one lady-boy) queue and a pool of vomit out the front.
All the bars and clubs shut at 2am, so after that we had to head underground. And by 'underground' I mean 'bars exclusive to sleazy farang men with their white sweaty sausage fingers all over thai prostitutes'. The 'bar' was in the bottom of an old decrepit building and really did seem just like a brothel, but Roger, our farang colleague and human lonely planet guide to Bangkok, assured us it was OK. Plus it was the only place still selling alcohol, so I didn't really care that I was the only white girl in the whole place, or that I had to pee in the men's room, or that I had to be escorted everywhere. We drank some more and left when Jon started trying to set me up with a prostitute. She actually gave me a reeaaaally good shoulder massage, but not good enough for me to catch the gay.
Bo, our Swedish company CEO, knows everyone in the entire universe, so when we went to soi patpong the next night, we got VIP treatment wherever we went. The sneaky thing about patpong is that there are lots of cool bars with live bands which are completely normal, except for all the ladies/ladyboys of the night. This didn't bother me, due to the lack of b/f and even though the sight of a dorky, ugly white dude with a beautiful thai barely-legal makes me vomit a bit in my mouth, I think, if
I could pay $50 and be made to feel like the only person in the room for a whole night, I'd probably do it, too.
The show in the proper strip club was enlightening. It included (but was not limited to) the following things being done with vaginas:
- shooting ping pong balls great distances into a basket
- blowing darts with precision to hit balloons across the room
- smoking a cigarette
- writing on a piece of paper with texta "How Are You?" (Jon still has the piece of paper)
- storing razor blades tied together with string
- opening a beer bottle
- hurling bits of banana at people
After that, we went to another bar which Bo told us had a bunch of super famous Thai pop/rock stars singing in a collective. They were really good, and extremely cool looking people. By that stage I was drunk enough to be dancing around like a jerk right up the front near the stage where all the cool peope could point and laugh at me. Jon was being groped pretty aggressively by one of the Thai 'girls' and Roger was deliberately 'dancing' into people to make them clear the floor. Proud ambassadors for obnoxious drunk white people all over the world!! Later, Jon told me the aggressive girl tried to stick her finger up his bum and also grabbed his hand and put it on Roger's crotch, comfirming my suspicious that she was a dude.
That about wraps it up. Everyone has headcolds after all the partying but I'm OK. This week we're working hard and will probably let off some steam at Soi Cowboy (the neon go-go dancer street like 5 min walk from our home) or Bed Bar or Q Bar – somewhere with more farangs and where, as Jon put it, I'll be popular again.
Pictures of apartment & work:
http://community.webshots.com/album/515134318xdfzyZ
No pics of patpong tho - it's not allowed!!