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Ben left this morning for the weekend. Gone till Monday. To Shreve-fucking-port, pobrecito. We're hardly attached at the hip or anything like that when he's home, but when he's gone I feel it acutely. And he feels my absence, so he reports, when he's away. It was an almost tearful farewell this morning when he left ( Read more... )

I'm in a van, courtesy of the Thai tourist bureau, on a two and a half hour trip from our hotel near Krabi to our hotel new Phucket. Outside, coconut palms, limestone monoliths, thatched huts and rubber tree farms zoom by. Inside, I'm still trying to process what I saw yesterday ( Read more... )

Last night in Bangkok made a tough man tumble. Paul blagged us a meal at Long Table, a mid-town-Manhattan'y trendy restaurant/bar on the 25th floor of a skyscraper off the Sukhumvit thoroughfare. Large balcony. With a pool. Because what restaurant is complete without a swimming pool where you can soak in the entire cityscape? Subdued lighting. ( Read more... )

Ben wanted a little gayness in his life for his birthday yesterday, so we crossed town to the gayer section with Paul and drank our weight in Singhai beer and saké I bought in Japan ( Read more... )

I think he's having a nice day. I sure hope he is. I know I am.

Today we woke up around 10 like normal people - finally! Looks like we're over the 12 hour lag at long last ( Read more... )

Paul's finally arrived, and we're like the three muskateers once again. Except drunker.

45 baht for a huge bottle of Leo beer means lots of Leo beer.

Then Paul took us out to the Bed Supper Club, a surreal restaurant down the Sukhumvit that looks from the outside like a huge white sewerage tube, and from the inside looks like a white padded ( Read more... )

I'll try to update stories, scenarios, observations, and feeble witticisms on here when I can, but for quick, punchy little one-liners for the next couple of weeks, I'm tweeting.

http://twitter.com/marquisddAs well as Photo-a-Day posts. They will go there. Because Thai internet restrictions won't let me blog-post the pix to my LJ via Flickr, and I ( Read more... )

Crash at 9pm. Up at 4:30am. Reading Mary Higgins Clark's "Nighttime Is My Time." Can't figure out if that is true or false. If it's irony or silliness ( Read more... )

Voilà. The poor man's bidet.


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