IN INDIA!!

There was so much that happened in Thailand that I need to get across- first of all, there is a) the tattoo  b) fiz-bug  c) meeting up with Brian G

Got a tatto in deep purple saying "ars longa, vita brevis" in latin.  It's essentially 'the work (art) is long but life is short'. more or less.  on the inside of my insole/arch on my left foot.  No regrets!  Welll.....we all got trashed one night and our good friend Paul from England decided to introduce a drinking game.  This is after we made a bet- that he'd pay me 200baht to eat a scorpion.  Well, I'm hard up at the moment and although it was fucking gross, I ate it! whoo hoo! 5$ yeah! So the game went like this- you go around the table and if you have a 5, or multiple of five then you say fiz, if you miss or mess up you drink.  With 7's you have to eat a bug. Yes, a bug.  It seems that 15 and 28 are my arch-nemisis numbers and I was labelled 'vp of the spaz club' by a welshman.  Bangkok turned into the most ridiculously fun time.  Met up with Brian and waited for him to arrive from the airport.  It was quite the experience to see an old friend now in another country, much less continent!  We called him a newbie and tried to load him down with advice.  We also introduced him to the good beer- singha and told him how bad the Chang was.  Paul was a bad influence and they routinely lapsed into Chang. ew.  The second night we were all drinking and I went up to bed at 5, leaving the boys downstairs...asleep for one hour and then at 6am the drunk guy across the hallway slammed into our window and broke it out! Waking us all up and scaring the shit out of us....he was puking over the balcony in the hallway and making other not-so-good noises! eewwww!  Then Rebecca and I went upstairs to pound on the door to Paul and Brian's room- no response.  But we woke up all their neighbors, who promptly helped with the banging.  It was then suggested that perhaps they were still downstairs....I go down and there they are- drinking coffee and slamming chang beer.  I saw them and said, "YOU FUCKERS" and explained the situation, which we needed their room because there wasn't supposed to be three people in one room so one of us had to hide out for awhile.  I went back to explain what had happened to reception.  They went to bed at 8 a.m.!  That's just a start...don't get me going on the shows....