Happy Valentines People.

I am all dresses up and waiting to go out for dinner tonight. but i'd thought i'd fill you in on recent events.

I bet you all are a bit curious to hear about the imfamous nightlife bangkok has to offer. Well the other night i found out for myself.

Tuesday night, we went out. Andrew had a vistor he had to entertain in town. Fortunatly it was a Techicolor regular and i have already ready met him from my days at work. We met up in a local bar, a normal bar in respects to Thailand. They ladies flutter around serving you and making sure you are well catered for.

I was casually drink my 'wine cooler' but then the tequilla shots reared their ugly heads. I am quiet proud of the fact this is the only shot i can do but have a 5 shot limit.......

By the time we left bar one i think the limit was reached, i was asked if i was coming to the next bar. The girlie bar. Hell yeah dont want all the boys to have fun.

Imagine if you will, walking through as what can be best described as a sheet. Into a long narrow room with a huge long table down the middle and tierd seating either side. On said table 6 girls with poles. Fully clothed at this point. Either side of the entrance you have the water features. 2 Girls wither side giving each other a good soaping. Yes these ladies were naked.

Soon enought the stage ladies stipped and did a bit of dancing, they didnt really have enough umph for me. So i ws more than happily singing away to the tunes. The drinks were still flowing and i was certaining in a relaxed kind of mood. But maybe not enough for the host as i then was treated to a little back and shoulder massage. Some one had brought her for me. What a lovely gift. Meanwhile Andrew was deep in 'work' talk with a colleague. Who also took and shine to me a started to give me a food massage also. So there i was feeling like the queen of sheba. Naked girls on stage and white folk gawping at the girls.

The toilet was a bit of an 'experiance' it was dual purpose, a long unrinal and one trap for the ladies.......when in Rome.

This is when the whole thing is a little hazy in my mind, I remember leaving Andrew did have work the next day afterall and it was gone 2am. So i remeber leaving, but i think i floated home. One i got into the apartment it all hit me and it was time to have a long chat down the porcelain telephone. This when the voices in my head started to talk and they convinced me i really should have a shower.

Next thing i knew i was sat in the bath, with the shower running. i did somehow manage to get un-dressed. The look on Andrews face (if i could remember it) must of been priceless. " what are you doing in there?" I explained that they told me too "who?".................damn those voices.

Anyway i'll wrap it up as then i climbed into bed. Que Wedesday morning 11am. i fianlly surface. Walk into the living room feeling like death sit on the sofa. Start to feel even worse before climbing back to bed, only to re-appaear about 2pm. Now i can honestly say. Hand on my heart i had the worst hangover of my life.

Moral of the story, the bars are fine. Just stay away from the tequilla.

Charlotte.

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