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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

2 January 2010

 So I got in to Chiang Mai yesterday in the afternoon. Program director of Proworld Thailand David Jackson seems to be a cool enough guy. His wife Porn is also cool, in a Thai lady type of way not unlike my mom. In fact the two of them are startlingly similar to my parents. After dropping me at the guest house for the weekend and a short chat downstairs, they left. Awesome, I'm thinking to myself, free and solo; what kind of trouble could I, should I, get into tonight? Well just as I'm struggling with the terrible Internet connection, Porn calls me and tells me the phone number of another person in the program. A white chick named Kristin from LA. I called her up and before we know it, we're at a nearby plaza of bars chatting up the shit. I never got drunk, which I guess is good considering it was the first night, but I did end up telling Krisitin my Cabo Sand Lot Story. We traded a number of stories (you did what kind of crazy shit in college?!) but I guess that's sort of what happens when people from a familiar enough land meet and end up doing considering the circumstances – both of us essentially friendless in a foreign land. Somehow I think she got a little more drunk than myself, but no matter. The place we went to was sofuckingsweet! There were hella bars, but many were closed. Some guys took turns performing fire shows to upbeat didgeridoo music, very cool. I ended up paying ten bucks equivalent for five whisky sodas (they must have been extremely weak, but they managed to keep me peeing frequently somehow). There were multiple reggae bars, and the funny thing was seeing mixed Thai/Black guys with rasta hair styles. They were neato. I think it was around the forth drink when the drunkest guy in the entire place – a gay, came up to us and told me his friend (couldn't confirm if the “friend” was lady or boy, or just gay) thought I was handsome. Yikes. Also, once a man on crutches but no obvious injury to either leg came by begging for money, and got denied (well, ignored). Another different guy with the same setup came by later to the same effect. And following that one was an actual cripple with nubs for legs, and everyone around pretty much made it rain on him with cash money.

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