Who should I give the credit to for all this Crazy Fox Post Songkran Show Biz to suddenly manifest itself?
Was it Anna, our mamasan, who I have known for something like eight years now since getting to know her when she was mamasan at Smoke and Kisses. She’s awfully good about letting Mali and I play whatever music we want here at Crazy Fox. And quite a character in her own right. Or Mali, who’s nearly always the life of the party. Or was it a Crazy Fox post Songkran mood that Mali probably felt just as much as I did that Songkran was finally over. And that we were now free to move about wherever we liked. Whether by motorbike or on foot without having some asshole throwing water all over us.
For me, Songkran is pure oppression inflicted on me by Pattaya’s putting up with all that water throwing for eight days or so.
Someone throws water on me on purpose, I’m going to put the person down it it’s a guy. But during Songkran, the police will put me in jail for defending myself against the person throwing water all over me. Which amounts to assault and battery.
What is happening is the police and municipal Pattaya authorities are taking my freedom away to appease the low life scumbags who assault all those around them with water. I can’t even go to the bank without having to put up with someone dousing my motorbike and clothes with water. My friends and I can’t even sit in a bar and relax with a beer without having some lowlife soaking me with water just because this turd pile thinks it’s fun getting people wet who don’t want to play stupid Songkran games with them.
I now have an entire year left before this whole Songkran fiasco asserts itself again. As so many Eurotrash and their American brothers come to Pattaya just for Songkran. I will probably go to Vietnam to avoid all the Songkran chaos that will be coming this way again.
I’m probably not alone feeling this way. Two of my American friends Lyle and Gene joined me here to our Crazy Fox Post Songkran festivities.
And while Lyle got wet a few times, Gene simply stayed home at his hotel or in close proximity to it to avoid getting soaked by whoever wanted to douse him with water.
Mali came up with this crazy idea, which didn’t turn out to be crazy at all. I want to get Gael (the bartender) do dance with me and Ying Yang. Well, I never saw the cashier dance before. So, I thought this is one of Mali’s ideas on how to get me to buy another lady a drink. It’s this sister thing here with Thai ladies. Especially those who worked in a bar before. However, when the dust finally settled the cashier was funnier than all get out. So was Ying Yang and so was Mali of course. But it was the synergy of all three women acting up together. And that created a memorable performance.
