Friday. Here I am in the old land of Siam, sitting at my favourite coffee stand. The iced mocha is even better than I remember it. The lady and her white boyfriend definitely remembered me. Everyone in my neighborhood remembers me.
I arrived at the Haunted Tower and the doormen remembered me. My room is a different style this time. It came with an extra bed that I don’t need, so I converted it into a day bed and used the extra space for my yoga studio. It would be better if I didn’t have the bed at all, but I guess it’s always good to have an extra just in case.
I went out last night to see who was around. The Sicilian guy who hangs out at the pot shop I like remembered me. The chick behind the counter remembered me. Old Man Wiley from the American Bar definitely remembered me. In fact, he shouted out to whole street, “Betsey Horton is back!”
The bartenders remembered me. There was another chick in there who remembered me even though I didn’t quite remember her. I chatted with her for awhile and we traded numbers so we can hang out. Actually, most of the people who were in there remembered me.
I love Thailand! 🇹🇭 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
I know exactly what you’re thinking: Did I see the British Guy? No, but I did text him from my Hong Kong number after three Changs. I know, I know, he has the personality of lukewarm milquetoast, but his body is at least a 7. He does Muay Thai. It’s like, rock solid. What do you want from me?
Besides, he doesn’t need a personality. I have enough personality for both of us. I’m not surprised he wanted to see me again after our little argument. It’s either hang out with an American or pay some local Thai girl 20k baht/month to cook and clean for him. I guess in his world, he gets both, just like I get to fuck the Mexican cruise ship guy. Yeah, he’s the audio engineer. You know, the sound guy. The one with the bangin’ body covered in tattoos and piercings. So my type.
Sorry, what was I saying again? Oh right, milquetoast British Guy. I will see him again very soon. Lucky him, he gets to see me when I’m actually dressed up instead of randomly caught off-guard at the bar when I’m wearing yoga pants and have my hair up in a ponytail.
That reminds me, I need to go get my nails done. I destroyed my shitty manicure from the cursed salon in Bali dragging my luggage around. Time to get a new set!
Anyway, I have lots of things to get done today. Always. But first, I will do some yoga. I haven’t done it in awhile. Well, I have, just not my full hour-long routine. I really need to do that. And lots of other things. So many things.
At least this time I know my way around. I’m not so overwhelmed by the city anymore. I just feel right at home.
Off now to get shit done. Have a nice day!