Tequilla's tough - full moon fun....not!!!
I was planning on blogging about this cute English family that I met about a week ago in Pai when I was out with Jo (my great new auzzie friend). Jo and I, and this English family were both a little lost trying to find this bar that has live music, just a little bit out of town. We ended up sitting with them: a 25 year-old brother, very posh, polished, styled, a little judgemental, possibly gay, a 24 year-old brother, a sort of all-american guy guy (but he's English), super nice, has dreadlocks, and the mom seemed more like the younger brother, kind of hippish.
Anyway, we chatted with them the whole night. The amazing thing is that they had been traveling the world together for the last 18 months. I remember saying to them, "And you are still talking?" They all kind of giggled, but both Jo and I were touched and struck by how amazing and rare it is to see a family traveling together for that long, and they are still speaking. "How endearing," I kept thinking. We were so impressed that they came up in our conversations numerous times throughout the week.
About a week later, we ran into them again at a breakfast restaurant, and the younger brother invited us to a party that he knew about. They seemed so cool, and I was excited to hang out with them again. Anyway, at the party, we all sat around a table and Jo was next to Allen the younger one, and I was next to Glenn, the older one. Anyway, they were all taking tequilla shots, I delined just because I've had too many bad nights that started off with tequilla shots, you know? Well, I guess the true colors started to show because they kept arguing and fighting, and Jo and I were both chuckling to each other, thinking, "Our bubble of this perfect family has been totally crushed!"
Anyway, I decided I'd heard enough arguing, and went to go dance. I actually turned into a dancing queen: there was a huge mirror on the dance floor, and there is something about dancing in front of a mirror that makes me super comfortable, I can dance sooo well if there is a mirror. I can actually see that I am on rhythm, cause I can't always feel if I am or not....
So, after a couple hours Jo and I decided to go hit up the late night bar, bid the family good bye, and told them where we were going. The late night Bamboo Bar was fun, an open air bar made out of all bamboo...Anyway, we were enjoying ourselves, chatting with some people that we had met earlier in the night when the English family came in... The mom was definitely wasted. This time, the younger, hippie brother sat next to me, and we were having great conversation, he was really cool. We decided to go to the bar and get some food, and were standing there waiting for it to be made when Glenn, the older brother came up to Allen, the younger brother, and like obviously had some problem with us chatting, and he kind of pushed Allen and was like, "Your mother is being belligerant, and drunk, you need to take her home!" They then went outside and started just pushing each other and arguing, and then Glenn took off, and then Allen started honking the horn to get his mother's attention, and then the owner went out there and they started arguing, and then I saw the owner come back inside raging, and on this mission to grab something behind the counter, and I freaked out, thinking that it was a gun, so I ran into the bathroom and screamed for a minute, and then went outside. Everything happened so fast that I wasn't really thinking, just going on instincts... Anyway, the owner had grabbed a bat and hit Allen a couple of times, but he was o.k. bleeding just a little bit, but obviously super angry.
Jo was like, "we should go," and for some reason, I just instinctually stayed. I think the mom felt bad, so she was yelling at Allen too, and it was completely crazy, but I just started saying prayers to Archeangel Michael asking for divine intervention (I have a book of inter-faith dieties and prayers that I use often, so I knew to call on Archeangel Michael). Anyway, they kept arguing, and so I was just like I can't help, and told them that I was going to go, and then they just kind of calmed down right away, and I was able to help them home, and I even did some reiki on Allen. Whoa, crazy night! See, I knew not to have any tequilla shots around the full-moon!
Anyway, I saw them the next day, and Allen was o.k. It was almost comical how relaxed they were, like nothing had happened at all... No one seemed even embarassed. Allen's like, "yeah, I'm a little sore!"
"A little sore? You could have been seriously killed!" is what I was thinking. Anyway, it was also comical because we thought this family was so amazing that we had literally talked about them all week, alas we are all only human.
Concluding thoughts: Tequilla shots in a foreign country = very bad... On a brighter note, divine intervention with complete surrender (I seriously surrendered the fact that they might not want any help, and would possibly rather spend the early morning hours yelling in the street) always seems to work!!
Anyway, we chatted with them the whole night. The amazing thing is that they had been traveling the world together for the last 18 months. I remember saying to them, "And you are still talking?" They all kind of giggled, but both Jo and I were touched and struck by how amazing and rare it is to see a family traveling together for that long, and they are still speaking. "How endearing," I kept thinking. We were so impressed that they came up in our conversations numerous times throughout the week.
About a week later, we ran into them again at a breakfast restaurant, and the younger brother invited us to a party that he knew about. They seemed so cool, and I was excited to hang out with them again. Anyway, at the party, we all sat around a table and Jo was next to Allen the younger one, and I was next to Glenn, the older one. Anyway, they were all taking tequilla shots, I delined just because I've had too many bad nights that started off with tequilla shots, you know? Well, I guess the true colors started to show because they kept arguing and fighting, and Jo and I were both chuckling to each other, thinking, "Our bubble of this perfect family has been totally crushed!"
Anyway, I decided I'd heard enough arguing, and went to go dance. I actually turned into a dancing queen: there was a huge mirror on the dance floor, and there is something about dancing in front of a mirror that makes me super comfortable, I can dance sooo well if there is a mirror. I can actually see that I am on rhythm, cause I can't always feel if I am or not....
So, after a couple hours Jo and I decided to go hit up the late night bar, bid the family good bye, and told them where we were going. The late night Bamboo Bar was fun, an open air bar made out of all bamboo...Anyway, we were enjoying ourselves, chatting with some people that we had met earlier in the night when the English family came in... The mom was definitely wasted. This time, the younger, hippie brother sat next to me, and we were having great conversation, he was really cool. We decided to go to the bar and get some food, and were standing there waiting for it to be made when Glenn, the older brother came up to Allen, the younger brother, and like obviously had some problem with us chatting, and he kind of pushed Allen and was like, "Your mother is being belligerant, and drunk, you need to take her home!" They then went outside and started just pushing each other and arguing, and then Glenn took off, and then Allen started honking the horn to get his mother's attention, and then the owner went out there and they started arguing, and then I saw the owner come back inside raging, and on this mission to grab something behind the counter, and I freaked out, thinking that it was a gun, so I ran into the bathroom and screamed for a minute, and then went outside. Everything happened so fast that I wasn't really thinking, just going on instincts... Anyway, the owner had grabbed a bat and hit Allen a couple of times, but he was o.k. bleeding just a little bit, but obviously super angry.
Jo was like, "we should go," and for some reason, I just instinctually stayed. I think the mom felt bad, so she was yelling at Allen too, and it was completely crazy, but I just started saying prayers to Archeangel Michael asking for divine intervention (I have a book of inter-faith dieties and prayers that I use often, so I knew to call on Archeangel Michael). Anyway, they kept arguing, and so I was just like I can't help, and told them that I was going to go, and then they just kind of calmed down right away, and I was able to help them home, and I even did some reiki on Allen. Whoa, crazy night! See, I knew not to have any tequilla shots around the full-moon!
Anyway, I saw them the next day, and Allen was o.k. It was almost comical how relaxed they were, like nothing had happened at all... No one seemed even embarassed. Allen's like, "yeah, I'm a little sore!"
"A little sore? You could have been seriously killed!" is what I was thinking. Anyway, it was also comical because we thought this family was so amazing that we had literally talked about them all week, alas we are all only human.
Concluding thoughts: Tequilla shots in a foreign country = very bad... On a brighter note, divine intervention with complete surrender (I seriously surrendered the fact that they might not want any help, and would possibly rather spend the early morning hours yelling in the street) always seems to work!!
posted by meagan at 4:17 AM
3 Comments:
You Go Girl!!!
Hello Ugly Duckling,
When I Think of you and mirrors, I get all excited. You have always had a thing for mirrors. 'sigh' It reminds me of the good old days in SB. Things were a lot more simpler than.
I know I should have posted so long ago but I always manage to pick a time when I don't feel like typing. ANYWAYS, it is so good to read your blog and learn about your adventures ... you have an amazing spirit!
Well it sounds like you are having a great time. I will try to write more in your blog ... another ugly duckling ~ Reza
Meags: Ah! The perfect English family! A good story and very well told!
Re: Public transportation: I've noticed that the further one gets from Bangkok, the less likely to see signage in English. Are you managing to pick up enough Thai to be able to read road signs! Or, at least, enough to know when you are "there"? It intimidates me. Steve
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