Feb 23, 2006
Jun 24, 2009
I was sitting in my hammock the next morning (I know, I know, you're all surprised) when Brian comes over all Chang-ed up and Energizer Bunny looking. So I ask him what time he got home last night. "What time is it now?" - "Bout 9" - "Oh... about half hour ago." And the prize for party endurance goes to.... Little Toy. Drank a toast to you with the bottle of White that you left when I got back to Bangkok after a 15 hour minibus to ferry to bus ride home. Why didn't I book a flight!!!!?
Real life was closing in on some of us and that 4 letter word was encroaching on our fun. By mid-afternoon, we were down to 3 revelers. Our (holi)days were numbered. With that in mind, we decided to do some exploration of Klong Nin Beach that night and hit the "night life" down there. Even in peak season, this beach is mostly dead. I think I counted 30 people on a mile long beach. There were a couple girls that Brian thought would be interesting at dinner, but they left before we had a chance to say hello. So we set off after dinner to find where attractive women might hang out on a deserted beach and what do you know, the Air Force's radar does work. I guess our tax dollars aren't all going to waste after all. We walked directly to Atcha Bar and you'll never guess who we saw sitting there having a Sangsom Bucket. Go figure, we found a chilled out bar on the beach playing reggae music with pretty girls smoking peace pipes in Thailand? Crazy! It was like a flashback to Koh Phanghan (not really) on a micro scale. I made a hard look around and it seemed to me that this bar was completely full from what I could tell, so naturally, I asked some girls if we could join them. My Spidey senses started tingling after a few minutes and I could tell that Lisa was not too happy that Brian or mostly that I was "chatting up" these 2 girls. Now come on, how often does a civilian get to play wingman for an air force pilot. I almost felt as if Maverick let go of the controls and I was the GIB flying myself. Call me Goose. Now I'll probably get into trouble for saying this when Lisa actually bothers to read my blog, but I just think that it's a little unreasonable for anyone to get upset about a good wingman. Anyway, the insertion process seemed to have been a success as Brian was all smiles sitting next to Sarah having a laugh. I figured a little damage control at this point was prudent and hit the eject button and left Brian in good hands.