BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! DAY FOUR!! Gay bar.
Around 9pm last night: After a nap, we headed out into Silom district again. I feel like me and Kyle have become regulars there haha, it’s funny. We wanted to head to DJ Station (a quite famous gay pub/bar/club), but they were checking IDs. You had to be 20 years of age, and that would be legal. I just turned 19, and I wanted to punch the bouncer—not really though because I was actually hesitant in going in there the first place. A lot of people walked by me and Kyle in the pouring rain. So, instead of heading out immediately, we chilled under the roof until the rain subsided. As this happened, we met a group of Malaysians who also happened to be turned back. One of their group members had 17 days left to be 20. They wanted to go see a gay strip club—and, apparently, me and Kyle are now experts. I don’t’ know if that’s a compliment, or really creepy x100. At first, me and Kyle thought they were gay, because they first headed to a gay club, then wanted to head to a gay strip club. Turned out, all of them were straight (4 people in total, 1 middle aged guy, 1 really hot guy)). The middle aged guy just wanted the ‘kids’ to see the sex life of Thailand as they’ve never seen something quite so ‘fresh’ or ‘bizarre’ before. So they lost their ‘sex life tourism in Thailand’ virginity, as did I 4 days ago.
We took them along gay boulevard, and I, yet again, got dragged this way and that, and people have already recognized my face—haha, it’s funny and sad at the same time, I think. We took them to ‘Dreamboy’ because that was a HUGE eye-opener next to Jupiter. Me and Kyle didn’t head in because it was expensive, and we already saw the show and eye candy. We chilled outside and waited for the Malaysians because we wanted to go to G.O.D. with them (a gay club). I got harassed as usual while waiting outside. Not getting felt up, but a lot of straight guys came to talk to me. Other gay strip club bouncers came to usher me to their place while I was clearly outside ‘Dreamboy.’ It was a cute time.
Oh, for ‘dinner,’ did I mention me and Kyle ate papaya? It was really sweet and tasted delicious. Only 20baht for a whole papaya—amazing.
After the ‘Dreamboy’ show ended, and the Malaysians came out, we exchanged numbers and email addresses so we can all hook each other up if we were in Malaysia or Taiwan.
We headed to G.O.D., and that’s where another epic night came about. We arrived around 1am, and the Malaysians needed to head back to the hotel. They realized we were going to a gay club and weren’t interested, REALLY were NOT interested as well. But, they had to get up at 5.30am anyways to catch a bus to Pattaya. We said our goodbyes, and we headed into the club. It was empty, and fucking depressing. And, I really wanted to get out of there within an hour time period :(.
BUT, the party really started to start (haha, bad grammar, eff that) around 2-2.30am. I made A LOT of friends, or I met a lot of people last night. I didn’t know I would be popular seeing as I’m a chick. The gay community loves me, and I love them. Let me tell you about the club design. There’s 3 mini stages for half-naked men (provided by the club) to dance on with flashing lights. It was pretty nice. I met… let’s count how many people I met with. At least 10 people, and danced with at least 3 more different people. I met 2 straight guys, and wanted to hurl -_____-. Was not interested in them even though I’m straight myself, 1. because I felt that they wanted to get into my pants realizing I’m the only chick available, 2. they seemed semi-perverted.
I MET A DREAMBOY LAST NIGHT!!!!!!! AND, IT WAS A DREAMBOY I THOUGHT WAS CUTE!!! AND…turns out he’s gay—but it’s okay :). His name’s “Ball” and when I return to Bangkok next summer, I hope all the current ‘Dreamboys’ won’t get fired, or quit :(, because they have already recognized my face. Out of the 10 people, I met a guy who actually has been in North Carolina!! And we hit it off greatly gay-ly. I was supposed to get his email, but we split up without saying goodbye :( (will go into detail as to why I was in a rush to go). Fuck, I really wanted his email!! Bah, I feel like shit right now :(. He was 32, and only looked 26, and was cute and had a nice body. Haha. Out of the 10 people, I met 3 people—2 girls, 1 guy. Gay, bisexual, straight (?). The guy’s name is Jebbie, like Debbie :). I never remembered the girl’s names. Long story short, me and Kyle headed to Jebbie’s place at around 4am. Crazy, creepy, totally insane, totally unsafe, but… it was really okay.
I didn’t get to say goodbye to Ball either :(—not saying goodbye was my most epic fails of the night and makes me really sad. :( x100.
We headed back to Jebbie’s place—he lived right next to where the Princess of Thailand takes music lessons. His neighbors are all somewhat royal—it was quite interesting. We chilled in his place till 7am, and headed back to the hotel. Nothing shady went down; we had really nice conversations. It wasn’t even awkward, but chill. One girl was quite innocent, which I found surprising, but it’s okay, we told her everything she needed to know about ‘Dreamboy.’
3.35pm: watching World Trade Center—tearing up bad.
Jebbie wants to hang out again tonight at around 10pm, oh geez, I don’t think I can make it. 1. My flight leaves tomorrow, 2. I don’t want to stay out too late, 3. Can I please finally go to a straight club my last night here? Haha, we’ll see. I’ll call him when I get to the MRT station.
So, what’s my itinerary for this last day? Get out of bed, order room service, eat dinner with Pee-oii, Pee-ann, and Pee-top HOPEFULLY!!! *FINGERS CROSSED X100* And then, possibly hanging out with Jebbie again.