The HW's All Get to the Bangkok Meet Up!!!
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Oh what a day!!! I woke up like a small child at Christmas, a dog with two tails, *insert more metaphors to express over-excitement* Finally everyone was going to be here after all the hype and talk in the forum, finally one mass TB travel to Laos and tubing down the Vang Vieng river. It was all about to happen and I was just and adrenalin pumped, hyperactive, idiot again. Lori did well to keep me calm without resorting to either violence or medication, but I fear it was a losing battle.
Wayne had arranged a 12pm meet up at the Irish bar, and by the time I got there (I thought I’d be the first), Wayne, Steph and Duck had already made it! So had Andre, and Angelo! We had a group already, it was so cool. Lori took me across the road for some breakfast/lunch and eagerly glancing over, I kept repeating ‘The group hasn’t grown yet’ annoyingly over and over, until Marc showed up, then it became ‘the group hasn’t grown enough yet’. The poor girl had already taken about a month of this kind of stupidity and had a lot more to come. I did sympathise, but not enough to quit it.
Myself and Lori rejoined the group, and the introduction of Ivan, JeAr, Colin, Khriz, Mark, Raz, Mike, Chris, Eiko, Layla, Abu, Naj, Alex, French Michael, the Danish guy with the cacophonous voice, ah so many of us!!! It was so cool (except for the Danish guy with a cacophonous voice). It was just a huge group and difficult to exercise my ubiquity, but I did manage to get around and least say an introductory ‘hello’ to everyone.
The beers were coming thick and fast and so
were the fun and games.
Over the course of the day we all got
pretty drunk and slowly made our way to Gazebo bar and we all chipped in for
some shisha pipes. A few more Tbers
joined the group, including Meesha and Liat and we all sat gossiping away
getting reacquainted and getting to know new friends (apart from those with
cacophonous voices). The bar staff
obviously liked having such a big group there as we were all happily buying
copious amounts of drinks, and to keep us happy, they kept topping up the shisha
free of charge! We were getting far too
relaxed though and were in danger of not getting to the RCA before closing
time. Insert Ivan’s party trick. Now from previous experience, I really should
know better, but sometimes drinking does it’s own talking, and immaturity can
take the main stage. I dished out a
small drop to everyone, including myself.
The transition from nicely sat down and calmly settled, to pandemonium
was instantaneous! I must have given
myself slightly too much as my mouth was roasting. I had a major problem with an itch on my eye,
so cleverly I rubbed it with the hand the dealt out the medication used for
torture during Japanese colonisation of a lot of SE Asia countries. This was not cool. My eye burnt immediately so I intelligently
rubbed it with the other hand that I dabbed the sauce on too! Oh my god, fighting a losing battle, I kept
the eyes closed, only flashing them open for milliseconds to redirect myself to
the toilet. Wow – I eventually made it
to the astonishment of the bog trolls.
They just didn’t know what was going on as I shoved my face under the
tap, partially screaming. Andre was very
good, so was Naj. They both tried to
help me, but Lori was already on the scene and providing me with towels and
ice, but unfortunately without a new retina.
My eyes were blood red for the rest of the night. That stuff had done the impossible and singed
Reluctantly and apologetically, I returned to the group and it already been suggested we leave the bar and the embarrassment behind. That worked fine for me. With all of us piling into taxis (except those (ed: hmmm, using a plural isn’t fair) who wouldn’t go ‘Out of principle’) we made our way to the RCA.
Some people, who had gone ahead, were already in Route 66 by the time the last taxis arrived so we shuffled over there to get in. The bouncer wasn’t exactly being tourist friendly and IDed everyone. Most of us weren’t actually carrying any, so I just explained, look I’m nearly 30 (they you go, a rare admittance) and pushed past him. I thought that serve to rile, but instead he backed off and the main doorman came to chat to me. I told him I could vouch for everyone’s age and is there anyway he would let us all in? Eventually it was agreed that I would buy a bottle of spirits and some mixers and we can all come in. Well in the absence of an entrance fee, I simply collect a couple of hundred Baht off everyone, ordered a bottle of JD and a lot of sprite and transition was from one of hostility to one of almost regal welcomes. Immediately, the staff cleared a table and gathered plenty of chairs for us all. It was perfect.
After sharing out the bottle, we all went
inside for a bit of a boogie with everyone, and this is where things get very
hazy. My glasses broke somehow; I think
I’ll blame Steph for this – just to mix it up a little bit. I really needed the loo as well and so
eventually found it. The passage is
confusingly full of mirrors as well.
This is not good when you’ve got burnt out eyeballs and drank enough
alcohol to kill a baby elephant. Anyway,
I tried to avoid an extremely good-looking man who was walking in exactly the
same direction as me, at exactly the same pace!
I even apologised on the collision before I worked out what had
happened! That means bedtime! Me, Naj, Lori and Jay all shared a cab and
Lori decided to film me...... Hmmm
quotes such as ‘You’re parents are
ashamed of you’ ‘You mother would be
appalled’ came out, actually I think they were some of the lesser offence
random pieces of garbage that evidently comes of my cake hole.