Last night I went to the Bed and Supper Club in downtown Thailand with my only and, therefore, best Thai friend, Capt. George. He owns a well-established bar/restaurant in Bangkok, so he has connections all over the city. Apparently, he is somewhat of a celebrity here, as in I didn't pay for a single drink last night or the ten-dollar cover. The club was a nice mix of expats and Thai people. One half of the club was full of beds with white linen sheets and, true to the name, one can order supper, cocktails and lie in bed with your closest, most glamorous friends. It was very similiar to the place in New York on Sex in the City when Miranda (?) wears her pants from the eighties. Sorry to lean on the Sex in the City analogy, but it is the most recent American television to come my way in some time.
Tonight I am spending more time with the captain. We are heading to a club called Mystic or something to that effect. Tomorrow we are heading to the ancient captial city of Thailand and driving there in his sports car. My networking skills, if I may reinforce this point, have already gotten me fairly far along in Bangkok. I talked to Janine yesterday for something like an hour. I think that we are going to rent a flat in Thailand in the winter of 2006 and be fabulous together.
Cockroaches. So there are cockroaches all over the fucking place here. Even in the daytime in the shadows, you may see a roach scurrying along. I am not bothered.
I watched the BBC this morning. A Akyaev granted the BBC an exclusive interview and he claims that he is still president. He is completely deluded despite his constitutional legitmacy. He hinted through his bushy eyebrows at the possibility of civil war. Home sweet home. He characterized the protesters as alcoholics and drug addicts in a similar manner to the Chinese press release on the revolution. Simply false. I hope that he does not come back and takes his defeat with a modicum of grace. I did a little shopping at a mall that, if one were to expand its seven stories onto a two-dimensional plane, we would be observing a space slightly large, I assume, than my village. It's easy to walk around in the labyrinthine structures from the latest stage of capitalism. They fabricate, most of all, impressions of absurdity to me. I will look at a few more wats (temples) and go back to the hotel for a swim. Happy Birthday, mom! -MJ
