October 17th, 1990
Hotel Dusit Thani, Bangkok, Thailand
One of the best aspects of the crew lifestyle (aside from the fact we get paid to fly around the world and stay in fab hotels!) are the friends we make along the way.
On this trip, I’m getting to know Andy, which, considering he’s the brother of one my best mates, is really nice. We met this morning as planned and hung around to see if any of our crew would appear but after twenty minutes, we gave up and headed outside into the deafening noise and oppressive air.
We took our lives in our hands in a tuk-tuk ride to the market at the President hotel. As usual, there was a ton of stuff I wanted to buy, but the thought of lugging it all about for the next nine days but was enough to limit my purchases (added to the fact I’ve yet to pay my outrageous phone bill!)
It didn’t take long for the humidity to sap my energy so when Andy suggested lunch at The British Club, I was all ears.
“Am I appropriately dressed?” I asked, motioning to my loose linen trousers (purchased in LA!)
“Absolutely,” he laughed. “Have you never been?”
“Not at all, I’ve heard about it though.”
“You’ll like it,” he smiled.
The setting was right up my alley and the décor was like being in a stately home, which is ironic considering it’s located in what I believe to be one of the most polluted, noisiest cities we fly to.
“Cocktail?” Andy asked as we sank into overstuffed chairs. “It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?”
My mind drifted to David and I quickly calculated the time in LA. “Different day and continent,” I uttered.
Andy gave me a questioning look “You alright over there?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, reaching for the cocktail menu.
“They do a great Mai Tai,” was all I needed to hear.
The drinks were not only delicious but strong and I probably should have stopped at one but we were having such a good laugh talking about Carl and his antics, that the time flew by. I was hoping to take a nap before meeting up with everyone tonight but by the time we got back to the hotel there was only enough time to shower and change.
The Captain suggested we start at Bobby’s Arms, another British style pub! I was still tipsy from the Mai Tai’s (I do believe three is plural!) so I refrained from drinking, until we got to the Rome Club. What a place! At one point, every member of our crew was on the dance floor, including the Captain, always a sight to behold!
If Andy aspires to matching Carl’s dancing skills, he has a long way to go!