Midnight wasn't announced by screeching fireworks and explosions all around. But in the minutes following midnight, we did see paper lanterns float into the sky from all over the city. The looke like tiny, colorful hot air balloons. But as they rose higher, they became brightly burning stars, and the wind turned them into constantly shifting constellations. It was really beautiful. And that wasn't the Singha talking. It was just an incredible moment.
New Year's Eve was a lot of fun. Lindsey and I don't party like most backpackers. In fact, I hadn't had a beer since we got to Thailand. So we decided to enjoy our night out. We drank one of every Thai beer we could find. We wandered around the only part of the city that had anything going on. We listened to some live music and announced to one another that the following were true: (1) This beer was the greatest beverage ever created by man. (2) We were madly in love and that the other had never looked more attractive despite the enormous amount of Thai food we had consumed for the past two months. (3) This was an incredible New Year's Eve despite our distance from our friends and family. Isn't alcohol magical?