I got a touch of Trump class, recently. A friend of mine from the US had his parents visit Bangkok, and they were kind enough to invite Ella and I out to dinner. Always appreciated, but this really went above and beyond. They were staying at a hotel where 1 night was about 20% of my monthly salary. So, I really, really, hoped they were paying for dinner. Turns out yes. We had a great buffet, which although was good, I would have preferred street food. The one exception was the cheese bar. Oh, cheese! I've missed you! I think the hotel lost money on my ravenous cheese excursion. (Also, Ravenous Cheese Excursion would be a good band name) Still, one of the most luxurious nights I've ever had in Asia.
So, Friend had been perfectly coherent and calm, mostly, up until that point. Then the switch in his mind flipped from "calm" to "I am Ethanolius, Destroyer of Sobriety". He jumped on tables, things were broken. On the way out he decided to go down the stairs ass first. He slammed into the glass door really hard, so hard in fact I was shocked when it wasn't broken. Outside, he proceeded to climb up the sign of this place. Again, surprised the sign didn't break. He fell into a pool of water and got his feeet soaked. Then he went back inside, and started messing with the security guards stuff. The gaurd was not pleased, and told us to leave. He wanted to go talk to some girls near the door, which required a great deal of physical restraint to avoid.
After that little adventure, I was eager to step back a bit. So on a particularly lazy Sunday, I decided to document Ella and I's entire day for no reason other than I could. We decided we wanted to cook something for dinner. We rolled out of bed pretty late, and then went to get brunch at our local Myanmar restaurant.
There's really not many Myanmar restaurants in Bangkok. In fact, this is the only one I know of in the city. A shame, because it's really quite good and cheap. Their biryani especially, is amazing. After that, we needed to go grocery shopping. First we needed bread, so we visited this Syrian family that makes flatbread.
Then it was off to the Bangkapi Mall.
Or actually, "The Mall Bangkapi". The Mall is some conglomerate that owns a bunch of big shopping centers. It's about 1-2km as the crow flies, but in reality traffic makes it closer to a 20 minute journey.
Ella wanted to get hair scrunchie things, and there's a store that sells them really cheap there. I mostly stand around and look at weird stuff while she debates on getting a dark blue or navy blue band.
Then comes the cooking. We actually prepared a lot of ingredients, to be used over the next few days.
And finally, the result of our labor.
Actually, I missed out on a lot of stuff. I really suck at this blogging thing. Alright, New Years Resolution - when you say you're going to document a day, remember to take more than 5 photos.
Wish you could have had many more boring days, Grant.
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