
I myself dressed up in traditional Thai garb as well... a matching blue full-button silk blazer with a nehru collar with gold trim, some gold-colored extra-baggy knickerbockers, white over-the-knee socks, and black shoes.
Actually, it was I who made the difference: Thousands of Thai girls got all dressed up for Loy Krathong and Took blended right in, but very few farangs bothered to make the effort to get dressed up. Our matching ensemble was appreciated by everyone out on the town...
...and that was hundreds of thousands of people, all told. By the end of the evening, Took was proud to be out and be appreciated, which was at least as enjoyable for me as it was for her.
First, we went to the beach, where we met up with Mike, Reeza, Mike's friend Richard, his wife, and their little boy. We watched all the fireworks, and the thousands of aerial krathongs floating candles in the sky. Took and I bought a krathong, took it down to the seaside, lit the candles and incense, made our wishes, and then had a local boy wade out into the water and set it afloat.
After that, it was out to dinner. We were going to go to Vientienne restaurant, one of Pattaya's largest Asian restaurants, but I was suprised to discover that it had been torn down. (I later found it has moved to Walking Street.) We wound up having dinner at the Pig & Whistle, a British pub on Soi 7.

We met up with Dr. Dave and Ahm at Beavers, and then went over to TQ2, where we met up with Bob, his wife, and baby Jeanna. We had drinks and then made our way home at midnight.


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