Jonas and I have been partying in Bangkok for longer than I care to remember. We’ve partied in Pattaya and got trashed in London. Time to visit Dubai….
I picked him up at the airport in Dubai at lunchtime. He was already trashed having spent the flight from Bangkok to Dubai in the bar on the A380.
He had great fun at the bar and drank with other passengers and chatted up the air-crew. They are so much more friendlier in the upstairs of the plane. They recommended to Jonas that he should go to the ‘Double Decker’ for Friday Brunch if he gets the chance.
Now, I am not saying that being drunk caused him to drop a bottle of Duty Free Bacardi on the airport floor – smashing it and leaving a Bacardi puddle all over the place, but I do wonder if that would have happened if he hadn’t been drinking.
I got a little worried as Jonas bought a large suitcase for his weekend stay. I was concerned it’d not fit in my ‘selfish’ car – as Miss Tim calls it. If it didn’t I’d have to tow him down the road at 200kph.
Dumped his stuff off at the crib and headed out to Wings and Rings. More booze.
By 6pm we had a buzz on. Stomaches filled with chicken which was much needed as drinking on an empty stomach never ends well.
Back to the crib change the clothes once more….. a little nap was needed. Little naps are often dangerous as you often just can’t be arsed to move off the sofa.
We made the effort and dragged our lazy arses out and headed to the Karama Hotel (Ratsky bar). A fave of Rafiqs.
Ratsy is a Filipino bar. Lots Filipinos (obviously) and a band of guys and girls. Now, it’s of my opinion that men who go to bars to hang out with women are not really into watching young men sing. Sorry, it’s just a male thing. Men like to look at women. End of.
You could argue the case that there are lots of women in the bar – who like to watch the men sing – but then the women aren’t the ones spending the money are they!
Anyway, the security recognise me now and I slipped them a few bucks which gave me an escort all the way through the bar and taken to a table on the dance floor by the band with a ‘Reserved’ sign on it. Drinks ordered. Let the drunkeness begin.
As I’ve said before, live bands are not really my thing. The female band from the SeaView hotel I did like – but that could be because they were female and easy on the eye?
Being so close the girls in the band smiled at and thanked us for clapping after each song. I guess they appreciated the politeness from us. After all. We are polite.
Which is not what could be said about the (huuuge) American fat slop who came charging over to our table after we’d been there for an hour – claiming he had reserved the table. He was screaming and shouting at the staff. Didn’t say a word to us – just screamed and balled at the little service girl. When he tried to put his drink on the table the security team all surrounded us and basically told him to naff off.
He was offered another table near by but refused it. I said to Jonas that if the guy had actually spoken (politely) to us – I’d have happily swapped tables with him, as in all honesty it was a little loud where we were sitting. But no… he was an angry twat so fuck him.
Jonas at one point said to the guy that he could have the table. I stood my ground and said he can took off!
In the end, security said he can either leave the area or the club.. unto him. Within minutes he was gone and all the security gave us the thumbs up – leaving bystanders looking at us and asking themselves ‘who the fuck are they’?
Who were we? We were the ones that tip the security on the way in. Money talks after all.
When we needed a pee – we’re escorted to the toilets and a path is cleared. Straight to the front of the queue and they even give you the paper towels. A bit naff I know – but I guess these guys don’t get much money – so any extra tips is welcome.
After a few hours of Jaegermeister and Jaegerbombs… we were starting to feel a little tired. Time to head home.
Got back home after mid-night… crashed and burned….. tomorrow is ‘Friday Brunch’ at the Double-Decker! Carnage time!
To be continued….