May
27
What a Morning
May 27, 2007 |
Again I am awake at a stupid hour on a Sunday morning. But this time It’s my own doing. I never could sleep well after a party, and yesterday we had a big send off for one of my colleagues who had enough and is returning to Norway. Naturally we did our level best to help him get rid of all his booze.
I never could sleep well with alcohol in my system. So I sort of knew this Sunday was screwed. Nan was a bit dubious about me going out. She thinks that all bars in the world are like certain bars in certain tourist areas of Thailand. But she did give me her vote of confidence in the form of: “I know you not butterfly, have a good party and take care”
Anyway, I must be getting soft in my old days, as I ditched the lads around midnight and headed back to my cave. Actually I snuck off as everyone was entering Taxi’s to hit the nightclubs. This was after heavy drinking Norwegian style since 5 in the afternoon. And I was totally super maow. A stage where I am totally useless. So for once I managed to make a good decision when drunk. Not bad.
I’ll give Nan a ring a little bit later to let her know that her farang is OK.
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