Tonight was dinner with a group of friends at a nice (for a change) restaurant in Bangkok. We talked and talked, had risotto, drank a few beers and left the restaurant. It was only 11pm, so a friend and I went for a quiet nightcap, before I got into bed at 1am. It’s only Thursday night after all, and I need to be up to catch the bus at 6.30.
Or at least that’s what seemed to be happening.
We actually left the restaurant at 1am. My friend and I headed to a bar in Pat Pong, the nearest place that’d remain open, planning on having one drink to wrap up the discussions we’d been having. We found a relatively quiet side bar – open to the street, free from stripers, though if we’d wanted with access to working girls (we didn’t), so we weren’t disturbed and settled back into our debate. At 4.30am, after a lot of whiskey, we had the transvestite running the bar tally up the bill and caught a cab home.
WHISKEY’S DRUNK: Umm???
PING-PONG BALLS: 0
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