Daily Report: Say When

As you, my loyal reader, may have noticed, this daily report constitutes an entire day's worth of blogging for me... which is far below my normal blogging volume. For that, I apologise. Certain days here in Thailand can slip by with nothing worth mentioning.

Otherwise...

Today was kind of a good day, work-wise: I got started a little late, but sat down and busted out a proper half day's work with hardly a break. Done and over with before late-afternoon prayers here on Soi Osama Bin Laden.

This evening, it was out to TQ2, where I met up with Rick, Willie, and Justin, and between the four of us, we managed to drag out Da, Kak, Rat, and Pui to sit down and have a drink in TQ2, which is a rare first (and probably last).


Roxy Showgirls, Walking Street...
Better than Angelwitch.After that it was off to Angelwitch. That place is really going downhill, and the girls have become spetacularly unattractive, and the service is pushy and snotty... unless you buy ping pong balls. Drink prices are, of course, standard Walking Street prices. My recommendation: Walk another 20 feet up the soi to What's Up A-GoGo. Cheaper, prettier, friendlier, and overall more entertaining. If you are looking for a show-bar A-GoGo, fortunately Angelwitch is no longer your only (or even best) choice in Pattaya, as you now have Roxy on Walking Street... where Club Electric Blue used to be.

Now, there comes a point in every evening — and the more you become a professional drinker like myself, the more you are able to recognize it — when you should call it quits; when the night has peaked, and every undertaking from [this point forward] is only going to detract from what has so far been a good time out. Pui has no ability to detect such a moment.

Therefore, against my better judgement, Pui and I followed Kak and Willie off to Soi 7 and Beach Road to "Em Bar" for yet another drink — which, with the help of a second guy named Willie, turned into yet another drink on top of that.

Well, it was finally off to home with Pui who was (as predicted) bitter about stuff that doesn't even merit a passing mention here. (I can chuckle about it, and it has nothing to do with the two of us, so trust me... it's her own little tempest in a teacup.) She went to bed grumbling, and I'm going to sleep — as per usual, light-hearted — without much more else to add except that goddamn it's a late night again.