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Trip Start Feb 28, 2006
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Trip End Dec 06, 2006


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Monday, August 28, 2006

Because I have accumulated an impossibly frustrating lag in my journal entries, I've decided to break with chronology and just catch you up with what's happening this very day(don't worry, I'll fill in the links eventually). Jon and I are in a well lit and heavily air conditioned internet cafe at the base of our hotel on Soi Rambuttri, a road in Bangkok, Thailand. Jon is talking to my parents on the phone and I am typing in what could be called a mostly sober state. It is 2:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning and we're up early, you know, getting a jump on church.

Bangkok comes across differently the second time around. The food tastes better, things don't seem quite as seedy, and the overwhelming free-for-all leaves the mind a little less detached than before. When you stop to smell the roses, or in this case, a padtai, engine exaust, jungle curry, dog shit, perfume, and herbal tea combination similar to a rose, you find the flavor quite intriguing.

-Skip Forward 28 hours- (I'm tired and time is flexible)

Now is the new now and in this now I am newly old being 24 on this day the 28th of August, 2006. For all of you who knew about and took part in the coordinated and synchronized midnight shot heard round the world, I admire and resemble you. For all who are just tuning in. well, I didn't know you'd be interested, but you're welcome to join in next year. Same time, different place. If you're looking for the best club in Bangkok, go to Bed Supper Club. If you're looking for the best Gay night in the best club in Bangkok, go to Bed Supper Club on a Sunday night. If you're not Gay and you find yourself in the best club in Bangkok on Sunday night, relax, they'll like you anyway, besides, it's your birthday. The hardest part will be explaining what it means when you say your brother is your brother. Why bother? Its half off cover, the bouncers think you're cute and overlook the flip-flops, you're confident in your sexuality, the females in the crowd are much friendlier, music is music, people are people, and what the hell, a party is a party. Besides, if there was ever a place and a time that blurred the lines between men, women, and sexuality, this would be it. Bangkok: The greyest black and white city on the planet.

Hope the pictures ingnite your imagination, and fire your loins. (maybe not the last part, but if so, don't tell me about it. That means you Grandpa.)
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