A few hours later I'm up and at breakfast at the Kantary. That's where the hubs and I are living. Every time I set a glass down, someone is over refilling it again. Weird. Plus the breakfast here is an "American" one which means there's like a shitload of food. There's pancakes the size of a quarter (okay maybe a little bigger) next to Japanese stir fry. There's lots of single Japanese men here on "business", whatever that means. Anyway, I'm having an internal freakout right about now. I feel like a fish out of water. It's just so totally foreign to me.
Then we headed to the 7-11 (THEY ARE EVERYWHERE HERE...and when's the last time you've ever seen one in the states? Exactly THAILAND STOLE THEM FROM US. SO, THANK YOU THAILAND!). You can't drink water out of the faucets here so you're constantly buying bottled water. Which is what we were on a mission to do. Justin and I decided we needed to buy some detergent for the washing machine. Yeah. We accidentally bought fabric softener and bug killer.
Lunch was at this chain called "MK Restaurants." I can safely say we were a total freakshow here. Even the cooks came out to "casually" walk by our table and "casually" stare at us. Ordering at this point in our life here largely involves pointing and hoping you like just ordered one and not enough for the whole restaurant. I had some boiled chicken thing with rice and it was delicious. Justin had some soup thing. When we first got our food, we were given each other's plates and were so confused by the whole effing thing we almost just ate each other's food anyway.
After a five-hour nap (and also I'm starved at the weirdest times), we headed down towards the red light district. Which I don't think is the red light district until it's dark. We found ourselves at this "Cowboy City" bar where I proceeded to get mildly drunk on Singha beer. Ate a Spicy Seafood Salad and failed my darling Candice, since I didn't take picture. I WON'T FORGET AGAIN. Also, I'm fucking glad the waitresses (or hookers...not sure) asked if I wanted it spicy. I did the whole "just a bit" thing with my fingers and my eyes were still pouring tears.
Back to our apartment. On the way, some guy at one of the million food stands gestured towards my arms, gave me a thumbs up, and said, "COOL!" He was wearing a KORN hat. Makes me laugh. AND HOLY SHIT. Cigarettes are cheap. Yet I'm smoking less. Yeah. I'm a complicated woman and whatevs.