A Hotel Bar in Bangkok

It was only recently explained to me how to upload videos to my blog or I would have put this up sooner.
This is a band that was playing in a random hotel bar in Bangkok last time Heather and I went. They were playing the type of cheesey music you would expect a group of middle aged guys to be playing in a touristy hotel bar. Propped up on top of a baby grand piano right next to the stage was a huge television which was showing videotapes of Pride Fighting Championships, which is a no-holds-barred fighting competition. It looked like the few patrons in the place were paying less attention to the men on the screen beating each other bloody than they were to the lead singer of the bands horrible toupe. It was one of those hair pieces you get anxious watching because you fear it may come flying off the wearer's head if they make any sudden movements.

I was so shocked by what I was watching I didn't have the presence of mind to record it until the very end of the song. Unfortunately due to the "mood" lighting you cannot see the singer's toupe, but trust me, you aint missing much.

They are singing "With Love to You, Thaiwan". I had never heard this song, and wondered why they would sing a song about Thaiwan when they were in Thailand, and if they had written the song or was it someone elses lovely work.
Well, upon further research it appears the song was written by someone named Lobo back in the seventies. Here is a picture of Lobo. It seems that the singer of this cover band in Bangkok was trying to emulate Lobo's wonderous hair with his toupe.


MAN! I can't fucking wait to go back!

Cinco de fucking Mayo!

For Cinco de Mayo we decided to have a little gathering. There aren’t a whole lot of expats left here in India, so it wasn’t as though we could really organize anything bigger than a gathering. But sometimes a gathering is just the right size.

As with any party, we of course took it as an excuse to buy fireworks. I spent the afternoon running all over Hyderabad and managed to find shitty rum, good tequila, and questionable fireworks. And really what more could you want?

The new guy, Durand. He's been here about a week. And the sorta new girl, Jenni. She's been here a month or so.

No that's not photoshop. Nick's coat is really that color. It is a thing to behold.

Here is a video of the last one minute or so of a fifteen minute fireworks show. I wish there was a way to convey the sheer volume of ten thousand firecrackers going off as starbursts spit from a tiny cardboard box on the ground nearby. Unfortunately the microphone on my camera is on the back facing the user instead of the subject being filmed. I’m not sure what the logic behind that is but the result is a fireworks video, punctuated by my girlish screams of glee.

We got the fireworks out of the way before anyone got too wrecked, and then went back upstairs and got wrecked. There was eating. There was drinking. There was dancing. I avoided the last of these accept for a brief moment when Spaz and I reenacted the knife fight from Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” video. Oh, if only we’d had switchblades and red leather jackets!

Dancing on the floor with everyone else wasn't enough for Spaz.

I wish I could tell you what's going on here. I just don't know.

Aaaaawww...

Heart shaped balloons for Cinco de Mayo? Why the hell not?