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In my last post I mentioned two girls that are heading out of Thailand and into the arms of waiting lovers/customers in farangland.  One of the girls, mfggd, is someone I have written about a lot recently, but the other one is a girl who was a member of the “Werewolf harem” last year, and her re-appearance on the scene this weekend was a bit unexpected.

She is staying with me here in Bangkok at the moment.  Quite literally, in fact.  Her leg is hooked over mine at the moment.  She’s sleeping and I’m typing on my laptop in the bed.

We got together around 9 p.m. last night after I finished work.  I expected to go out for a couple of hours then bring her home for several hours of sex.

That’s not how it worked out.

Our first stop was Central World.  Every year in December they use the big open area in front of Central World to set up outdoor beer gardens.  Each one is sponsored by a different beer company, so you’ve got Chang, Singha, Heineken and — this year — Federbrau.  Each one holds a couple of hundred people and offers a stage where live music is on offer in the evenings, with DJs at other times, and activities like coyote dancing or beauty contests mixed in.  It’s all very Thai.

For anyone who has ever been to the Beer Garden at the Suan Lum Night Bazaar, it’s very similar to that, but each branded beer garden at Central is on a smaller scale.

My Goodbye Girl wanted to go there, so that’s where we headed.  We downed two pitchers of Chang (that was a first for me!) and some  sushi (which was surprisingly good).

While we were enjoying the food and music (no one really enjoys Chang beer, do they?) GG said she wanted to go to Sky Club on Srinakarin Road.  I wasn’t sure I heard her right the first time, but sure enough.  She’d heard me say many times that I’d been there and she wanted to see what it was all about.

I was happy to take her, but somehow in the cab we decided to stop first at the Memory Club, which is on the same road.

The Club had it’s usual dueling bands concept working.  Basically they have one band on the ground floor and a second on the mezannine, and they take turns playing music.  It’s got a certain appeal when you see it.

But the club wasn’t very crowded.  This didn’t deter GG at all, and soon we were enjoying the music along with a pitcher of Heineken.  Somewhere in the middle of the second jug the band played a song I liked and I stood up.  GG jumped out of her seat to join me and we were dancing.  That describes the next hour or so, as we simply cut loose and had fun.  She pulled out her sunglasses at one point, and somehow they ended up on my face, and I became the prime example of every embarrassing farang you’ve ever seen… swilling beer, sunnies on in the middle of a night club and dancing badly.  I was having a great time.

At least I didn’t try to get up on stage.

GG forgot all about Sky Club.  We had three pitchers and stayed until nearly 2 a.m.

Can we go home and fuck now?

No.

She wanted to to go another club that was open until sunrise.  After she wakes up I’ll ask her the name and location.  Basically it was in the same area (and this is where she used to live when she was Bangkok-based so she knows every nook and cranny) so we were in one of the local afterhours places for Thais.

They had a DJ.  We were seated next to a small stage — a podium really.  At one point GG looked like she wanted to dance, and I lifted her up onto the podium.  I expected her to be embarrassed and holler for me to bring her down, but once a go go dancer always a go go dancer I guess.  Up on the podium she started dancing.

And this was no Bangkok shuffle.  She was really dancing!  She kept it up for about 20 minutes, and it was entertaining.

Finally, she’d had enough and clambored down.  Now she wanted to shoot some pool.

I have to say, I was getting a bit wobbly at this point.  For the past two or three months I have had almost no beer at all as part of a diet program (Since August I have dropped from 125 kilos to 114 kilos — about 25 pounds!) and drinking more than half of 5 pitchers along with the ice cold bottle at the after hours place had hit me fairly hard.  We played pool, but no one who enjoys the game could have enjoyed watching the two of us, both far too intoxicated to attempt a game of skill, shooting badly on the brightly lit green table.

At around 3 a.m. I had to tell the Goodbye Girl that I was exhausted.  I’d woken up at 5:40 a.m. to go to work, done a full day, and now I was on the edge of collapse.

She understood and we hopped in the taxi to return to Sukhumvit.

The next thing I knew I woke up at 9 a.m.

I was naked and in bed next to GG.  I am certain that she undressed me in the bed, because my watch is off my wrist.  I sleep with it on, so I must have come in the door in the wee hours of the morning and just collapsed in bed with my clothes on.  She clearly stripped me bare then crawled in beside me.

No sex.  At least I don’t remember any.  And it doesn’t smell like we had sex.  And I’m not sticky.

Well, I’ll remedy that in about an hour.

We made a lot of plans for the weekend while we were out last night.  It’ll be interesting to talk to her and find out what we’re doing.  Somehow I get the feeling that, like last night, it’s gonna involve me spending money and not getting laid.

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