The Bangkok Blues

It always sucks to come back to Bangkok.  Mostly because your just stopping through to get transported to somewhere much cooler, literally and figuratively.  I also get this sweet poison ivy/bed bugs/heat rash thing every time I come back through here, which is awesome.  This time however it sucks the worst.  It’s my last stop before my 30 hour flight back to the States.  Not that I’m dreading coming home that much, well I guess I kinda am, but leaving never-never land to go back and start my all-growns-up job search does not sound like the best of times.  But my three month retirement party from bartending had to end at some point, and I guess I have to pay the tab since I wasn’t born a trust-fund baby. 

Of course I have three solid days to kill here in Southeast Asia’s city of angels and I’m still whining like a little girl.  Fitting since Scott and I are going to be skipping gayly around the city doing all of our last minute shopping for our parents and his girlfriend, and my imaginary girlfriend.  Seriously, we are going to hit Lumpini Stadium tonight and sit in the front row for some of the best Muy Thai Boxing in the world.  We’re also going to try and track down some good suishi before skipping town, and go to some trendy Thai bars to get away from the stinky, hippie backpackers and see the other side a bit.  Let’s just hope they take it easy on the techno.  Then Scott’s off to Indo, and I’m off to the bustling metropolis of New Bern, NC to take on my next big adventure, dog sitting.  After a few weeks of that I’ll be ready to start my new business venture, Outer Banks Elephant Treks. 

~ by deanius on January 29, 2008.