The Party

So Jeep's party was tonight. Toom was basically responsible for putting it together... although I paid for all the food and drink, of which Toom (with Jeep assisting) made plenty, as you can see here.

Really, we were expecting about 12 to 15 people, but there was a horrific rain storm for the entire day, and people stared calling in their cancellations left and right. (They were coming from Bangkok and Aranya Prathet, over 2 hours away, so they did have reason.) However, when the confirmed guest list dropped down to 4 or 5 people, Toom had a fit, and called everyone back and... well, I don't know what she said, but people started uncancelling their cancellations and the party ultimately was well-attended.

Jeep wore the dress that I bought her. The old fellow you see in this photo is a friend of Toom's from France... a retired judge, and possibly the world's oldest backpacker. His name is Charlie. Toom said he was very wealthy, with houses all over the world, but Charlie seemed to laugh that off, but did admit a few hours later that the view of the pyramids from his apartment in Cairo is quite nice. That's Toom in the back on the right, her sister on the left, nieces as well.

Reeza's Mike brought one of his friends, Allen, over, and we hung out and chatted. It was actually later in the evening, when I was just about ready to turn in when Mr. Green and his brother turned up, soaked from riding their motorcycle to the party in the storm. They were the last two to arrive, but at least everybody made it.