During my stint in Thailand, I discovered that there are many bars in Bangkok, and made it a goal to visit as many as possible. I can safely and proudly say I accomplished this goal, along with most of the people I lived with. This particular night we pre-partied in the girls’ room before heading out- I believe we had a mattress party. After numerous Sang Som buckets, Tyler and Julie gave us a demonstration of their dancing abilities. I was impressed.
Who: Brian, Jesper, Philip, Keith, Pete, Andrew, Steve
Where: Room 1709-Evergreen-Ratchathewi-Bangkok-Thailand
When: Saturday, November 19 2005 10:14 PM
Why: Guy’s Night
Details: Philip and Jesper rushed into my room at about 7 pm.
“Let’s go!” Philip shouted.
“Where?!?” I responded.
The look of disgust he gave me could have curdled milk. He and Jesper held up their arms which held one thing: booze. Namely Sang Som rum, and not much else. Before I knew it the fifth (26, bottle, etc.) was empty. I hadn’t eaten, showered, mentally or physically prepared myself. It was guys night, and it would be as epic as any I’d experienced. After we polished the bottle off (sans chasers/mixers, mind you) the two Swedes went back to their room to shower and get ready. I picked up the phone and called all the usual suspects. As always, everyone was in. I went to the 7-11 at the corner and picked beer up for everyone, then grabbed some street food and headed for the shower. An hour later, this video was made and the night took a turn for the worse (or better, depending how you look on it).
We were playing a game that was basically drinking’s form of ‘chicken’: you pur in some of your drink, then guess a card color. If you’re right, you don’t drink, if you’re wrong, you do. I think four or five of us had dodged the bullet, then Jesper stepped up to the plate and disaster struck. I’d say there were between eight and ten shot in the pot he drank, plus a full pint of beer. It wasn’t pretty.
I don’t have many vivid memories after we left my apartment, but when I stumbled back in around 3am, I had a bombshell dropped on me… If you’ve ever tried to explain your sober actions when you’re beligerent, you know where I’m coming from. The sentence you’re halfway through doesn’t make sense by the end. You’re thoughts are swirling around in a tornado as you’re attempting to express them.
The actual conversation is lost in a fog of alcohol that my liver hates me for. The basic premise: I (along with someone else) instigated a conversation about a friend that had been acting interestingly. I don’t want to go into details or name names, its done and over. A few people know what I’m talking about and we’ll leave it at that. There was one gem that one of the guys dropped involving the country of Singapore and a carpet. Priceless.
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