Your man in Bangkok
Just over 36 hours into our stay in Bangkok, and it feels more like a week, or even a month, though today was fairly lost to recovery from a late night at a great little dance club on Khao San Road. Some how, four of us managed to polish off the better part of two bottles of Tequila. I’m partial to Patron Silver, but the bar had Sauza Black which while quite drinkable, certainly did more damage to the following day. A bar tab that would have been $1,000 in South Beach was $75 dollars in Bangkok, which perhaps oddly, helped make me feel a little less dirty, regardless of the in-your-face, Bangkok sex trade.
The many roles that we play in life each demand their own special way of being if we are to extract their maximum enjoyment. The learning of how to “be” in each situation is part of the great experience of living. I felt as though I was channeling my old friend Robin Donenberg last night in this thumping club on the other side of the world. Marie and I met Robin in Miami and he taught us the finer points of enjoying the South Beach club scene. Thanks Robin, I know you didn’t feel like you were schooling, but I was taking notes.
Anyway, Dwight and I had a ball dancing and shooting tequila with the with the beautiful and exotic Thai girls, and new friends from all over the world who just happened to find themselves together in that one unique and perfect moment. May those moments come as often as we have the capacity to appreciate them and may we continue to experience them in all their sacredness.