After Lava
The red glow disappeared and was replaced by the anaemic flourescent light revealing the cavern for what it really is.
Of course two bottles of Sangsom helped any detail escape unnoticed.
Up the stairs, bursting out onto the street, we paused for a moment to breath in the fresh air and let the sweat cool us.
Dodging sweaty tourists and horny girls, we headed to Bangkok Bar's streetside cafe.
Down the street, right and then left onto the soi.
I don't remember any of this, but it had to have happened because my next memory is ordering two gin and tonics, and a plate of cheesy whatsits.
My head was just slowing to a manageable spin when behind me I heard the clink of ice as the waiter deftly placed the drinks on the table and spun away to take care of some other drunkard.
Well, it looked deft to me anyway.
The girl to the right of Don, was particularly attractive (again - to me anyway) and I started talking to Don about her in Afrikaans, which despite being a horrible thing to do, is especially convenient when you are unable to judge the volume of your voice.
Don, fortified with whiskey, leaned over and told her I was interested in her, and would she like to talk to us...
Bastard.
"I'm writing in my journal" she shifted uncomfortably, and continued writing.
"Where you from?" Don, uncharacteristicley continued.
"Belgium".
Shit.
Belgium.
They speak Flemish there.
Shit.
Flemish is remarkably similar to Afrikaans, meaning she understood every word we spoke.
I laughed and asked her if she understood what we were saying.
She said yes.
Shit.
I lifted my G&T and took a deep swallow.
She was still talking to Don, which was a good sign, so I joined in again.
Of course, we'd not said anything bad about her (wasn't anything bad to say) so she didn't care much.
I sobered a little, and we spoke for a good hour. Chinese origin, but Belgian raised, she made for interesting conversation.
Before leaving, we traded numbers, and suprisingly, she has stayed in touch.
On the way to the taxi, A (not a.) called and routine took over...
Of course two bottles of Sangsom helped any detail escape unnoticed.
Up the stairs, bursting out onto the street, we paused for a moment to breath in the fresh air and let the sweat cool us.
Dodging sweaty tourists and horny girls, we headed to Bangkok Bar's streetside cafe.
Down the street, right and then left onto the soi.
I don't remember any of this, but it had to have happened because my next memory is ordering two gin and tonics, and a plate of cheesy whatsits.
My head was just slowing to a manageable spin when behind me I heard the clink of ice as the waiter deftly placed the drinks on the table and spun away to take care of some other drunkard.
Well, it looked deft to me anyway.
The girl to the right of Don, was particularly attractive (again - to me anyway) and I started talking to Don about her in Afrikaans, which despite being a horrible thing to do, is especially convenient when you are unable to judge the volume of your voice.
Don, fortified with whiskey, leaned over and told her I was interested in her, and would she like to talk to us...
Bastard.
"I'm writing in my journal" she shifted uncomfortably, and continued writing.
"Where you from?" Don, uncharacteristicley continued.
"Belgium".
Shit.
Belgium.
They speak Flemish there.
Shit.
Flemish is remarkably similar to Afrikaans, meaning she understood every word we spoke.
I laughed and asked her if she understood what we were saying.
She said yes.
Shit.
I lifted my G&T and took a deep swallow.
She was still talking to Don, which was a good sign, so I joined in again.
Of course, we'd not said anything bad about her (wasn't anything bad to say) so she didn't care much.
I sobered a little, and we spoke for a good hour. Chinese origin, but Belgian raised, she made for interesting conversation.
Before leaving, we traded numbers, and suprisingly, she has stayed in touch.
On the way to the taxi, A (not a.) called and routine took over...
posted by Graeme at 8:43 pm
2 Comments:
You lucky fuck.
That's what I sing in the downbeat of "Gold Mine Gutted" after Conor sings "...and a girl from class to touch."
You lucky fuck.
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