A Monday night and I'm once again convinced to partake in the beer garden in front of World Trade Center. Our visiting Canadian friend is back from rainy Ko Samui and join Dan, Koi, Toey, Derek and myself. The beer garden is packed as always, but due to our regularity I know one of the waitresses who helps us find a table on some prime real estate. After several jovial 'jugs', Shane manages to get the attention of the Mobile Heineken Beer Man who's job is to go around to tables with a keg on his back and fill up peoples glasses. Shane has other ideas and we convince Heineken Man to pour directly in to Shane's mouth. Heineken Man must have had some job security issues, cause his nervousness caused him to pour most of the beer down the front of Shane's shirt. This wet shirt dilemma became the motivation behind our need to get to the Patpong street vendors. 

Now sporting a clean, white Singha beer t-shirt, we head into Lucifer's dance club, a mix of tourists, locals and prostitutes. Things were a bit slow but I soon found myself talking with a girl that looked like she was out of the movie Pulp Fiction. She offered me some Bubble Tape, and like anytime bubble tape is offered, the conversation got off on the right foot. Things were going well until suddenly a tall dark, long haired, mustached man walked up with the air of comfort ability that one could one could only posses when they were in the possession of something you were not. A quick verbal confirmation finalized the fact that I was now in the company of her boyfriend. Stunned, I stood there trying to hold my ground gracefully, yet realizing I would end this endeavor by slinking away into the shadows. Telling myself, "this sort of thing happens all the time" I found solid ground back at Shane's table. I took the nights events to signal my return to bed. The door was locked. I banged, using ever sort of door knocking variation that could strategically arouse attention from anyone inside. Alas Derek was either in a coma or not home. I had no choice but to curl up in front of the door on the hard tile floor and wait until my key carrying partner arrived. I woke up once to see a ghost like figure standing at the elevator. As I finally was able to put the pieces together in my slow moving intoxicated head, I realized is was only a member of the Muslim religion and his over sized dress shirt staring at a crazy looking white guy on the floor.

I woke up again with Derek attempting to relieve me of my camera. I attempted a slight show of displeasure and then collapsed in bed to dream of better endings.