One Night in Bangkok

Remember this song (37 seconds in)? Well I can't think of Bangkok WITHOUT thinking of this song. And it's not cuz there's anything in the video that reminds me of Bangkok, it's just cuz you can't tell a story about Bangkok WITHOUT starting off with, "this one night, in Bangkok...".

Anyhoo... what's my point here? My point here's that I've been tagged by Mom of One For Now, and the rules were to open up the My Pictures section on my computer, pull out the 4th photo from the 4th folder, and post it. And while the photo I'm posting ain't that great (cuz I followed the damn rules and posted the 4th one), and the photo doesn't have much to do with the associated story, well, at least it's a photo that's pretty indicative of Bangkok.
Cuz the thing is, with Bangkok - it's CRAZY. And I don't just mean crazy like there's a chaotic amount of people, or the booze is free-flowing and cheap, or all the signs *I* saw seemed to advertise either booze or sex, I mean there just doesn't seem to be any RULES in Bangkok, nothing in Bangkok works like it's SUPPOSED to, and the feel is just so freakin' OVERWHELMING I personally had a love-hate relationship with Bangkok. Doesn't hurt that I nearly shit myself and had to disrespect their local currency to wipe my ass, but I'm pretty used to crazy poo-related stories so I don't completely associate the hate side with that event.

But as I said above, it's not just a HATE of Bangkok, it's a LOVE-HATE of Bangkok, cuz while there were things I hated, there were also things that totally cracked me up. And while I'm sure my mother and mother-in-law's stomachs' are about to do a backflip at what I have to say next, I promise I won't tell anything here I wouldn't say to your face - it's safe, I promise.

Cuz one of the things that changed my whole perspective, and made me have a weird little (freaked out) fascination with Bangkok... well... it was the night my vibrator turned on by itself. In Bangkok. BY ITSELF. And not again for the REST OF THE FREAKIN' TRIP. Not in Hong Kong, not in Siem Reap, not in Railay Beach, and not in Koh Samui. And not again since I've returned home. In Bangkok, and ONLY in Bangkok.

At some point - we think around 3am - suddenly there's this weird HUMMMMM from the bathroom. And for the first while, we both just ignored it. We figured it was WEIRD hotel noise that comes from staying in a place like Bangkok. But when it continued and seemed to get louder and louder, we conceded we needed to see what it was. We looked high, we looked low, we looked by the toilet, we looked in the shower, and THEN, we looked at the counter. And lo and behold, there in my makeup bag, it was on. And not just ON, but on at one of the HIGHEST speeds?! And not that I know this or anything, but I've "heard rumours" that to GET to that speed, you have to push the button oh about 10x or so... you know, if you're INTO that kind of thing...

To be clear, it was NOT on when we went to bed, it had NOT moved in my bag since we arrived, and it has never EVER done this before or since. Yet it WAS on, one night in Bangkok.

Now I am supposed to tag four other people. They can participate if they want, or not, up to them.

1. Lori, because she's just so damn good to me I thought I'd screw her by making her dig through her photos. Teehee.
2. Kymberli, because she weaves great stories.
3. Geohde, because she ALWAYS makes me laugh.
4. And Nancy, because she just posted a bunch of photos recently so this is a test if she's got more to share.