It had been a few months since the last night out – but with Lomeo back from gallivanting round the southern hemisphere, GamblinMan counting the days until he starts his new job and Jonas, well Jonas doesn’t really need an excuse to get drunk and sleep in a bar.
Kicking off around 6pm at the M-Bar, we all started on the beer and B52’s. The girls were with us but we planned to ditch them as soon as Bubba turned up from his teaching job. He isn’t actually a teacher, and to be honest, no one knows what he does, but as he wears a shirt and a tie – he is branded a teacher.
With Bubba in the gang, we left the girls in the bar and headed out into the night. Now, it was a few weeks back and we got rather a little drunk, so I am not 100% sure of the events. I am sure my comrades will jump in if I have any gaps…
First off was a bar in soi 8 opposite Lolitas. Not sure of the name. GM told us of a night he spent a few hours in there playing pool and having a laugh with the staff. Sounds fun. We like fun people.
I can only assume the fun people had the night off. The good looking ones certainly did. Still, we were there so we took a seat and ordered the drinks and chatted amongst ourselves. While we were there, we saw various ‘mature’ guys come in… look at all of us, get a little nervous, decline any drink at the bar which the girls suggested and double timed it up the stairs with any girl close to him. This happened 2 or 3 times we were there. It’s funny, these guys looked embarrassed and guilty! I can only assume their wives and girlfriends were at home looking after his kids!
Moving on… Cowboy! To the top of soi 8 and grab some bikes. With 5 of us, it was never going to be straight forward and we were all egging our bike riders to beat the others to Cowboy. Not very responsible when I think about it. Although, it is rather a rush – charging down Sukhumvit road at crazy speeds between cars and buses!
We popped into some grotty place on soi 23. Can’t remember much about the place. I do remember it was full of hogs – so we left sharpish.
Nearby was Crazy House. Wow. The place was jam-packed. Luckily we managed to score some seats by the stage. For most of the place it was standing room only.
A little walk up Cowboy and we stuck our heads through a few curtains to see what the action was like. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much action around.
I ‘think’ we had a drink in a bar, I’m not too sure. There was not much of an atmosphere if I remember correctly.
The good thing about Nana Plaza is that there are always good bars in close proximity, so there isn’t much of a hike from one place to the next. You tend not to loose the buzz or momentum. In Cowboy, you can be standing in the street gazing up and down to see where to go next.
It wasn’t long before we were at the top of Cowboy. It’s always bad when there is a group of you at the top of Cowboy and one of them is Jonas. ‘Lets do some Ya-dong’. Oh lets.
I am sure they pour the ‘whateverthefuckitis’ drink from a bucket that was earlier being used to clean windows. Ya-dong is foul. Why we drank it I don’t know. I am sure Lomeo was responsible. In fact, I have a horrible feeling we drank two of them.
When we were stood there, putting off drinking, a tall girl (real girl) was also there and started chatting to Jonas. Not a full on chat-up, but just a chat as he was next to her at the bar. After 30 seconds she surmised that he was an old hand and speaks Thai. We all rolled around laughing as he only spoke English to her – but she could tell he was a dark horse. Not an English Teacher.. but a monger! It was then Jonas accepted that he’d never again have girls calling him Handsome Man – thinking he is a newbie tourist.
Ya-dong done, we all piled into a taxi and headed back to Nana.
Straight into (and rather topical at the moment) Spellbound! As usual, we were greeted like an immigrant at the benefits office in the UK. Girls screaming, greeting us like long lost millionaire Brothers. They didn’t take long to relieve us of several thousand baht.
I loose track of all the girls which are ‘in favor’ – so I leave it to the head service girl to pick and choose who I buy the drinks for. She never fails. She only gets drinks for the girls that she knows that I know and any other girl trying to get in on the action is cast aside like an old hanky. That’s not to say we don’t let new girls into the group, it’s just they have to earn a place at our table. Which means if I have a bunch of pals with me, they should be ‘friendly’ to them.
After several drinks and lots of questions asking where P’Tim is – we left and headed to Strapps. There was a bit of a b’day party going on for Bom, the cashier. I am not a fan of the free food they give out at these parties – only because they are normally ribs which means you have to gnaw on a bone. Not something I was encouraged to do by my dentist when she fitted my veneers.
I do recall some soft cake coming round, and I think I remember Lomeo making short work of it!
Lots of ‘dudes’ on the stage. Lots of hairy legs. Lots of flat shoes. Lots of testosterone.
A few drinks and fix some baht to the birthday girls belt thingy made of money and we headed out.
Into Anglewitch to see Dave. He wasn’t there. One drink and out (I think) and then off to Mandarin.
One of the gang likes it there – and I am not sure which one. I don’t like it, but hey, I don’t make the decisions. We all do to wherever is suggested. It did take me back to the days when I’d go out with Jonas, Nick and a few others and we’d have to let each other know which bars we couldn’t go in, in fear of a pissed off gogo girl being less than happy with us for never calling them as we’d promised we would as we showed them our front door in the early hours of the morning after…..
I took a seat next to Jonas – out of the firing line of the Mamasan that would soon be bringing girls over to us.
For as long as I’ve been going to Mandarin – I have never once known the upstairs to be open or used? Why is that? What a waste?
Out of Mandarin and a little walk around the level. Not sure what the bar was called, but it’s one I don’t think I have ever been in, so in we popped.
From what I remember, it was o.k. The girls didn’t look like they had all just given birth and were angry with every man on the planet.
Out of there and off to BillBoard. Why oh why? It certainly wasn’t my choice. But, someone did so off we went. SHIT. We really have to stop going there. It is really starting to look old and tired.
By this time it was late. The girls (Juliet) were not texting the lads (Lomeo) at all.
The M-Bar was closed so we met up with the girls in Hilary Bar. Another bar that I hate! I still think it’s borderline mental torture to have all your staff wear T-shirts with your face on them! Having said that, thinking back, maybe I should have done that in the Mango. But had my face planted on the girls underwear?
I must say that Hilary Bar was heaving with freelancers. I am guessing they go there instead of Nana Liquid / Disco? The Live Band was screeching out songs as they do every night. Live music is not my thing. There is a lot to be said about a recording studio, computer mixing, producers etc…..
The amount of booze I had inside me was starting to take effect and it wasn’t long before I had to visit the bathroom and throw my guts up. Ahh… the good old days. How many times have you got wasted and thrown up in a club. Yes… these are the days I’ll look back on and lie to myself these were the fun times!
Time to go. We paid the bill and all headed out along the soi to Sukhimvit to grab a taxi.
Juliet was rather drunk and it took a rather drunk Lomeo to keep her from falling over. Miss Tim was holding my shoulder so that I didn’t fall over. GamblinMan was holding onto anyone near by so that he didn’t fall over.
Taxi’s flagged down and all of us went on our merry ways. We slept well that night.
The next day we woke and didn’t feel bad. Not bad at all. Best head off to the Queen Vic for breakfast then………