....and we got thrown out of the karaoke bar! Hahahaha. Here's me and Doug laughing outside about how for the first time it was John getting us in trouble instead of the two of us getting John in trouble!
On Wednesday night I got the call that Doug had arrived and we met up for a drink! Here's the first pic of our epic reunion. Unfortunately, I thought we were both going to do the whole "smiling nicely thing" while Doug clearly thought it was "funny face" time.
Here's my greasy-ass hair. (And if you look closely, you'll see the beginnings of my mustache coming in that makes it look like I need someone to clean my top lip with a hot washcloth).
Travel days can take a lot out of you. We spent the rest of our day getting settled into our new room and reading and napping...and then before we knew it, it was time to eat again! We rented a scooter and headed back towards the main street in Koh Tao for some Italian.
Sunday was cloudy and crummy and it drizzled on and off pretty much all day. Here's a picture of what I look like when I'm grumpy and miserable and hate life.
Here's me doing my best David Brent desk pose while double-fisting delicious wine coolers. (Man, I don't care what anyone says. Those raspberry Bacardi Breezers are DELICIOUS! Do they even sell them here in the States or are they a UK thing? I totally need to check next time I'm out at a store here!)
I didn't know too many songs that were in their repertoire, so I ended up going with a few old classics. Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive and the CCR version of Proud Mary if I recall correctly. Hahaha.
We sung along with the band and clapped after all their songs, they were pretty solid. When the band took a break, the singer came over to talk to us and was excited because we were from New York. After we talked for a while, I asked her if I could sing some songs with the band and she said yes!
A little before 7pm, we decided to head back to our guest house and relax for a bit. Here's me trying to figure out where the heck we are on the map and how to get back to our room!
Here's me about to lapse into a food coma. We both totally gorged ourselves and the whole meal for the two of us came to 60 Baht (about $1.25 USD). After lunch, we walked around for a bit and decided to head back to our room to read and nap until the afternoon cooled down a bit.
We woke up Sunday morning and it was still overcast! But by noon, it started to look like it might turn into a nice day. While the clouds were disappearing, we hailed a longtail boat...
Before going to bed, I redressed my mysterious spider-bite thingy which was starting to look like it was getting better, and then we called it a night.
We walked around Long Beach for thirty minutes or so, but Meredith was feeling really crummy (just in case you couldn't tell from the face she's making in this photo...hahaha) and it looked like it was about to start pouring soon. So rather than risk having to do the long walk back over slippery rocks in a downpour, we opted to hire a longtail boat to take us back to the beach near our part of the island.
When I got back from my dive, I noticed that the side of my torso was killing me. I had a huge, swollen red bump that was really sore. I went to the pharmacist on the island and he hypothesized that it might be a spider bite, but he wasn't positive.
...buckets so that we could do a little pre-gaming on the porch again and see if we wanted to head out again for another big night! Here's me getting my bucket on and playing with another kitty we'd made friends with.
For those of you that have never been to Thailand, the party drink of choice where ever foreigners congregate in-country is THE BUCKET. Here's an overview of how they make THE BUCKET from another entry from the first time I visited Thailand:
How They Make THE BUCKET:
Take a plastic beach pail with a little ice in it, then dump in two bottles of Red Bull (and keep in mind, this is the original Thai version of Red Bull that feels like it actually has amphetamines in it), a can of Coke, and an entire pint of Thai whiskey. They they throw in 7 or 8 straws in the hopes that you'll share it with strangers and not die drinking the entire thing by yourself. Any where you go on the beach, someone has a bucket and they're only too happy to share it with you. Cost per bucket? $3. Ooof.
We went up to the bar to get a bucket, and to my horror we discovered that the bar was offering a TWO BUCKETS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE special! Doh! I told the bartender that we only wanted one and she was like "Well, you're gonna get TWO! Give it away if you don't want it!"
That sounded like sensible advice to me, but Meredith wasn't having any of it. She was like "Let's EACH drink a bucket! WOOOOOO!" Here's her getting started while I show my reservations about solo-bucket-consumption. Ooof.
I didn't have any more bananas, but she was a good sport about it and even let me shake her trunk! (But that was probably only because her trainer held his stick up in the air and she knew she'd get a gentle whack in the head if she tried to get rough and sniffy with me.)
I totally broke my bunch of bananas in two because I wanted to experience the weirdness of feeling her sniff around my hand and then grab the bananas twice!
I took a knife and dug out an ant-free chunk so that I could at least have a taste of the wonderful cake Meredith had gotten for me before we had to throw it away! Booooo!
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