Friday, August 26, 2011

Douche Bag

Oh hey Internet, I missed writing to you.

Pretty average week at school. Hey, at least the Internet, printer and photocopier weren't all broken at once like last Monday so this what you would call winning the small battles. Speaking of winning, twinning. Jersey shore is so good right now. Mike is a douchebag.

What else did I do this week you didn't ask? Well, I channeled 'Grade 9 Mark' and bought the new Limp Bizkit album Gold Cobra on Itunes. Let's dissect this for a second. Not only did I pay for music in 2011, but I paid for a Limp Bizkit album in 2011. More so, I paid money to a 40 year old douchebag in Fred Durst in 2011.

For this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_i_qxQztHRI&ob=av2e

Now who's the douchebag?

Going to Sky Bar tonight for a drink. You may have seen it, it was in the Hangover 2, filmed all over Thailand. Drinks cost about an arm and a leg - about 500 baht ($15-16 Canadian) each, so I figure I'll sacrifice a leg, since I only have one functioning arm at the moment. I'd rather lose an arm than drink wine, though.

Kind of bummed to have missed Blink and Rancid in Winnipeg. Heard it was an unreal show. 'Grade 9 Mark' is making another appearance, saying, "I'm jealous". He is also speaking with braces, acne and glasses.

Also crushed to be missing my boy (and man crush) Sam Roberts when he rolls through town soon. I think Natalie and I are going to try to get tickets to see Linkin Park in Bangkok in September. I think it would be a really cool show to be honest, since I have heard their live show is something to be seen live, and while I'm not familiar with their last couple of albums, they only have four albums total, so 'Grade 9 Mark' still knows half of their set-list. I swear I'm not doing this on purpose.

Next weekend, the plan is to head to Koh Samet and get 'blond girl drunk' and try to not leave the island with any new injuries. Except pride and/or dignity, but those are already damaged goods and don't even need a band-aid! Actually, we need to try to book it home kind of soon from Samet so I can get to about my fourth appointment at the hospital to get this sweaty, yogurt and-pasta sauce covered stinkrag of a cast off of my arm. I'll be getting a removable cast for the next 6 weeks, so until mid-October. Yes, mid-October, so approximately (maybe exactly, we'll see) to the day that my holidays END. At least I can take the cast off at that point when I want to go into the ocean, unlike next weekend when I'll be "that guy" who is waist-deep with my arm in the air trying to avoid waves like I avoid ..... (adjective-noun).

I had nothing witty to write there, so rather than hover over a keyboard early on a Saturday morning, that probably means I'm done. Woo woo woo, you know it.








Wednesday, August 24, 2011

October Holidays

Are booked.

Singapore to Yogyakarta (google it, dad) to Bali.

Boom.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Yo Hello Hurray

After being in the "land of smiles" for four months and taking about four pictures in that time and sufficiently annoying my parents by sending the shortest e-mails in electronic mail history, I've decided to  embrace my inner Farang and create a blog that both friends and family can read to keep tabs on me to make sure I'm not in a second cast and typing these entries with my feet.

Anyway.

So, Natalie and I had to book it to the airport last week to make our plane to Chiang Mai. In between not falling asleep in the cab ride and eying the clock, we both noticed that we were in severe danger of not making it on time. Couple this with the fact that Chiang Mai was already our Plan B, since we (we = Natalie) could not leave Thailand yet to go to Plan A: Cambodia. About 2 km from the airport, our cab hit a truck. Great, there we were in the third row of about ten lanes of moving traffic and we were certain that we would be 0/2 in trying to go on vacation this weekend. Luckily for us, our cab driver was a douchebag and commited a hit and run as the other driver was getting out of his vehicle to swap information with us.

Long story short, we got to the airport at 8PM to make our 8:30 flight after re-inacting scenes from Home Alone and running through the airport and I was able to enjoy a ham and carrot sandwich and brownie courtesy of Bangkok Airlines.

We made it to Chiang Mai for the night. We walked in our room at Libra Guesthouse, turned on the light and were politely greeted by a giant cockroach on our bed. So after about a 15 minute marathon of  moving heavy wooden beds to find it, I introduced our friend to my flip flop. One dead cockroach later, we were thirsty and decided to see the nightlife in Chiang Mai.

We decided to stop by the Jack Daniels van (which is what it sounds like) for a quick drink and I ordered a drink called an "Around the World" in homage to St. James drinking techniques. Since I was already going to get it based on its name alone, I was curious as to what I just ordered. After our server told me what was in it (actually she shrugged, laughed and walked away) I was brought a lime green glass. This time, I asked the bartender what was in it, and she answered, "gin, vodka, rum, whiskey and  green Bols".  While the taste was "same same" as drinking cleaning products, I was a fair bit less concerned of dying.

Anyway, we later ended up drinking with 12 Thai engineers in a bar that was the equivalent of Cheers, and where we were the only white people. It was awesome. We all got on quite well while sharing big Leo's, Sangsom and soda water. While many of them spoke fluent English, we also taught them some English words and in return learned Thai words which we have since forgotten.

We woke up the next morning, and outside of having to buy some Tylenol, we felt great. We stopped at a great place for breakfast where I ordered a Mexican breakfast of scrambled eggs, Mexican rice, salsa and refried beans. Honestly, the both of us were all smiles and I can't remember the time that food made me so happy. A few hours later, I was not so happy.

We borded our taxi-van to head over to the small town of Pai, which is about 3 hours and 762 turns through the mountains away. On turn 344, I was not feeling so well. On turn 638, I had my window open thinking how embarrassing it would be to vomit in a van of 10 strangers. Luckily, I made it. Kind of. We got to Pai where I cut everyone getting off the van when it stopped and started a bee-line for.... anywhere that wasn't the middle of the street. A random wall and bucket filled with water was my final destination and I proceeded to make my re-fried beans were now re-re-fried beans as I threw up in this random bucket.  I'm sure this is what you want to be reading.

Our place at Rim Pai cottage was nice, and other than our outdoor shower that didn't have hot water, it was pretty awesome. I love Pai, both the scenery and the people. Everyone should go if you get the opportunity. I was disappointed to be in this cast as it is limiting the things I can do, but grateful that I get to get a removable cast in 3 weeks. So is my arm, as I won't have to shower wearing a bag on it.

In more recent news (if anyone is curious),  in order to celebrate Ellen Sarah's birthday, I'm going to drink an unnecessary amount of gin, hope to not fracture my other wrist, play some beer pong, cab to RCA for a night of dancing and hope not to be piss-tested. Wish me luck.