So, many of us just witnessed parts of Censure Debate between the government and the opposition which just ended just a few days ago. The government survived the censure vote quite easily. The PM's performance in giving speech in public was, in my opinion, as excellent as usual. I've never seen any politician as polite, calm, and collected as he. I'm no fan of politics and politicians, but I'm surely a big fan of politeness and calmness, especially in the heated situaion like what Thailand as a country is facing today. Many Thais doubt if he could lead and fix the problems. I can't say that I have much confidence. He, afterall, also took part in the crackdown of the Reds. Still, he appears to be a good person, and I'd like to believe that there are at least enough good people left waiting to shine and change the world for the better. Ah! Here I go rambling about politics again. Let's change the subject.
The curfew was finally over. Since hell broke loose on May 19, the government anounced the curfew every night until last Friday. Bangkok is a big city like NYC or LA; It never sleeps...er..."Slept" would be more accurate in this case. During the curfew, the city was so quiet. I never thought I would see the nights where my neighbourhood was dead silent and empty. Anyway, the government thought that it was safe enough now, so it cancelled the curfew on Saturday. My folks came up with a brillian idea that we should take this occasion to revive our party spirit.
21.00: The gang gathered and had glasses of beer at a bar recommended by Mark. There were 4 of us -- Dave, his girlfriend (Ying is the name), Mark, and me. We just chilled out and had random conversations until we got bored and decided to move on to another place.
22.30: After wandering in Sukhumvit area for a moment, the guys lead us to a sport bar. I thought the guys wanted to play pool, but I guess they suddnely didn't feel like it and told us girls that they would just have a beer and try to come up with a better place to go. Boy! the night was getting boring. However, Dave's girlfreind said she would have Long Island Ice Tea since the guys seemed to have problem with having a good time at the moment. She said Dave rarely asked her to come out with him, so she should just have fun and get drunk for the heck of it. Yeah! That's the spirit. Therefore, while Dave and Mark were engaging themselves with what seemed to be a deep discussion, Ying and I ordered our drinks and tried to accustom ourselves to throwing darts. It seemed as the amount of Long Island Ice Tea got lower, the better we played. By the time the male duo fetched us to leave with them, we were pretty tipsy.
Midnight: Mark took us to another bar with live band playing. Another friend, Jay, showed up and made a group of five. Alcohol consumption kept increasing. We sang merrily, shouted, laughed for no apparent reason, etc. At this point, I lost track of time, and my memory function flew out of a window. However, I did remember that I played counselor for Dave and Ying seperately. They've been dating each other for so long. Dave is my best malfriend, and Ying is also a nice woman. I would hate to their relationship end, but I have no idea how much longer they can last. Gosh...drama, drama, drama. It must be nearly two in the morning when we left that bar because I remember seeing a wait staff started cleaning as I tried to balance myself out of the door.
Some AM of Sunday: Finally at a dance club that opens until dawn. It was time to pull out my move. If you've ever listened to a song "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga, you can probably imagine what Lady Jane would be like at this hour. No. I didn't lose my phone nor my keys, but I, indeed, had a little bit too much and all that. The boys left us on the dance floor alomost immediately after we arrived. Ying and I had no clue where they could have gone, but we were too drunk to care. Two of us just danced and danced until we got tired. Eventually, we found them outside the club talking about something. They told us to wait for them and took of to have a talk somewhere else. Damn! were these men planing to assassinate the Prime Minister or something? So secretive! (I actually found out later about their secret. I was mad at Mark and Dave, but oh well...what's done is done.)
Some AM of Sunday: Minutes later, Ying and I were still waiting. I was getting bored and sleepy, so I lied down on a bench very close by. I was probably rambling about something (can't really remember) to Ying when a man came from nowhere asked if he could take a seat across me. He started a conversation and asked me different questions. I don't remember much about that guy nor our talk. I can only recall vaguely that he was French, that he was pretty cute and charming, and that he tried to persuade me to go somewhere with him. Haha...you know what this means, right? Sorry, no matter how good-loking a guy is or how drunk I am, this is not my kind of romance. I somehow managed to have Ying called the boys to get me away from the French womanizer. I remembered that Dave came running and was pretty mad because he thought that his girlfriend was the victim. Well, the party seemed to end right there.
Epilogue: 11am of Sunday, I found myself waking up in Mark's luxurious condo along with the rest of the group. Hungry, really wanted to eat something, found tons of cooking ingredients in Mark's fridge, asked permission to cook omelet. Mark asked if I actually knew how to cook and said he was usually the only one cooking. Gosh...what's with a man and his ego? Anyway, he let me use his kitchen, so all of us had omelet for brunch before bailing out of Mark's apartment.
That's it for the latest party update. My parents would probably shake their heads with extreme disapproval. But really, I'm not their little girl anymore. Sorry, I just want to go crazy until I got bored of it.
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