Tim, Yuka and I at Astra last week.
These are from the birthday party of Karn, Goy, Joi and the two or three other girls celebrating at The Olde Bell a few weeks back. Happy Birthday!
Thanks to Jess and Tim for the pics.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
MY boss went on vacation yesterday for threee weeks, starting yesterday. Man, I thought I was working hard before… there’s tons of shit I never even knew about going on that I’m now dealing with. Well, whatever, I think I can still deal.
Last night I went to a Chivas party at 100 Rachadamri. Like usual, it was wave upon wave of beautiful people getting wasted for free. It was fun though. Everyone’s ex-girlfriends were there so that was kind of funny. All my friends were asking about this one girl who was there at the party last night, and I have to admit, she was beautiful. The catch is, she ain’t a she. It’s a ladyboy who actually works in my office. When she first came in for an interview my jaw dropped. “Whoa, who is that?” I asked my boss. “Oh her? That’s our new intern.” Sweet. Only when I actually talked to her and heard her voice did her gender (or previous gender? Not sure of her op status) give itself away. Anyway had a laugh at that.
Also checked out Metal Zone last night, possibly the weirdest bar in Bangkok. I’ve passed the imposing, metal encrusted façade on Lang Suan and seen the leather clad S&M freaks many times but never went in. Well, it was Yuka’s birthday, and she wanted to go, so go we did. She looked great, too—total groupie look with a cut off jean skirt, a green Benneton tank top and tall cowboy boats. Smoking… Inside, there is no bar, no lights, practically no décor whatsoever. It’s a relatively small room, ½ of which is taken up by a stainless steel stage with a sick looking drum kit. There’s some weird ass dragon coming down from the ceiling and beside the stage are metal skulls that look strait out of Terminator 2. B150 to get in but there was no band playing, just Judas Priest and Metallica videos on a DVD player. The only light in the entire place was coming from the two TV monitors. The dudes were running down to the 7-Eleven CONSTANTLY to buy the 11 or so of us there more beers. We did some air guitar on stage and the dick running the place was like, “no dancing on the stage.” We’re like, “hey, we’re the ONLY ones here in your little crap dive bar, paying you 150 baht per beer you are buying at the corner for 40. Let us at least rock out a little!” But he was being a jerk so we left and went to Tapas. It was a good night.
Last night I went to a Chivas party at 100 Rachadamri. Like usual, it was wave upon wave of beautiful people getting wasted for free. It was fun though. Everyone’s ex-girlfriends were there so that was kind of funny. All my friends were asking about this one girl who was there at the party last night, and I have to admit, she was beautiful. The catch is, she ain’t a she. It’s a ladyboy who actually works in my office. When she first came in for an interview my jaw dropped. “Whoa, who is that?” I asked my boss. “Oh her? That’s our new intern.” Sweet. Only when I actually talked to her and heard her voice did her gender (or previous gender? Not sure of her op status) give itself away. Anyway had a laugh at that.
Also checked out Metal Zone last night, possibly the weirdest bar in Bangkok. I’ve passed the imposing, metal encrusted façade on Lang Suan and seen the leather clad S&M freaks many times but never went in. Well, it was Yuka’s birthday, and she wanted to go, so go we did. She looked great, too—total groupie look with a cut off jean skirt, a green Benneton tank top and tall cowboy boats. Smoking… Inside, there is no bar, no lights, practically no décor whatsoever. It’s a relatively small room, ½ of which is taken up by a stainless steel stage with a sick looking drum kit. There’s some weird ass dragon coming down from the ceiling and beside the stage are metal skulls that look strait out of Terminator 2. B150 to get in but there was no band playing, just Judas Priest and Metallica videos on a DVD player. The only light in the entire place was coming from the two TV monitors. The dudes were running down to the 7-Eleven CONSTANTLY to buy the 11 or so of us there more beers. We did some air guitar on stage and the dick running the place was like, “no dancing on the stage.” We’re like, “hey, we’re the ONLY ones here in your little crap dive bar, paying you 150 baht per beer you are buying at the corner for 40. Let us at least rock out a little!” But he was being a jerk so we left and went to Tapas. It was a good night.
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