Friday, February 18, 2011

God Bless America

So in my third week here I have decided that America just effin rocks. Ok it's not perfect... like how they are putting taxes on these ridiculous items. But there is a reason why so many people want to go and why they make movies about coming to Los Angeles and other places in the US (Eg. Due Date and El Norte). And now I know why so many people don't have passports. It's cause America rocks and why leave?

Okay okay. I'm totally biased. I grew up in the valley and will always be a valley girl. I grew up in a comfortable lifestyle and got everything I ever needed or wanted. I grew up in a place where if your parents don't get you a new Mercedes for your 16th birthday, you're a total loser and you should just jump off a bridge because you will always be a loser. So I grew up in a comfortable place in the US.

It's not until you leave home when you realize that you take things for granted like balsamic vinegar. Why is it expensive in Asia?? And Oatmeal?? Also, small things like being able to flush toilet paper down the toilet and not have to throw it in the bin (Gross I know). But then there are cool things about Asia like cheap taxis and fresh fruit stands.


Okay okay I know you want to hear some gossip. And to answer your questions- No I have not met any hot Thai men. Yes, I have seen plenty of Lady Boys (Usually at castings not just walking on the streets). I haven't been to the beach nor to a temple. Hopefully I will experience those last two things very soon.

I know I said I am not going to frequent Thai clubs anymore but I did go out last weekend. I got invited to a night out where you wear white if you are single. When I was told it was more like a lounge than a club, I became more interested. So I went with one of the American girls and with another girl from HK who talks like she is from Beverly Hills. I felt right at home. We get to this place called Whiskey Mix which looks like an upscale bar and had 2 floors of lots of space. It had that Hotel Roosevelt kind of feel to it. We sat and chatted about how we love Latin men and all told our stories about our recent Latins. Then we talked about LA and how we all plan about getting our own places there. It was awesome.

Then Ms. HK wanted to show me this bar that was not too far from this place called Iron Fairies or something similar. It's owned by a muscly Aussie who is probably 35 but looks older either due to smoking or too much sun (probably both) We get inside and there is a live jazz band playing. It was awesome. This place is incredibly narrow, so there is no such thing as personal space in this place. But from what Ms. HK told me, his parents are collectors of iron objects or were antique hunters, I can't remember. But this muscle Aussie guy believed in fairies and has these iron fairies scattered throughout the bar and wrote a famous book about fairies. Then Ms. HK takes us upstairs which were deadly to walk up and down in heels. She then took us into this secret room which is hidden behind a bookshelf. It was crazy cool and we entered a room with 2 gay guys and another girl, possibly a model. Gay guy number one was awesome. His dad I guess is someone important and has a few houses back in Cali. He is going to attend FIDM in LA. When I mentioned that tuition there is expensive the response I got was "Is it? Oh I didn't know that" (In super flamboyant gay voice) Either he hasn't applied yet, or money is not an issue for his family. I feel it's the latter.

So we headed back to Whiskey Mix and ordered double deep fried french fries. Ya know, a healthy meal. Then I was given tickets for drinks and we head for the bar. My favorite drink is the Mojito, and I ended up having 3. We moved to the dance floor and I discovered I am a shitty dancer. I decided that maybe if I had more drinks I would magically get better. Unfortunately that did not happen at all because instead of dancing, I had to pee every 3 minutes.

I was tired from all the crap dancing and the trips to the bathroom so I sat in this interesting, red leather couch. These two asian guys who look like skater dudes from Venice Beach were dancing hip hop next to me by the bar. Idk what it is, but I really admire people who dance hip hop because I wish I could. But I discovered I am way too white and skinny to be busting out a hip hop move. So I watched these guys in awe.



Casper from Poland is very white like me. I like meeting people who could possibly be more white than me, but once we compare skin... I am always the whitest. :(  So I asked him if he was a model and he said no. He works in the movie business. I then was interested in how he is involved. He works behind the scenes or something (I was buzzed, I don't remember everything he said, geez) When he told me he works a lot in LA, I asked him what he has worked on. As soon as he had this face like "I'm the shit" and said "You wouldn't believe me if I told you". I instantly got irritated. Ugh... another Hollywood guy... and in Thailand! There is just no escaping.

Then Mr. Hollywood asked me out to dinner. I responded and asked how much will he pay me. He didn't like this and walked of.

Then Mexican Thai skater boy came back and we talked about partying and his cheating ex girlfriend. It got me thinking about a certain someone at home whom I miss, so I left.

So I guess Thai night life isn't THAT bad after all ;)

Sign ups for the pool table competition.

   
The DJ who rocked it





So check this out. I grew up with a pretty feminist mother. And women stereotypes have just never really worked out in our family. Although, my mother is an excellent cook and loves to cook for us. (Yes!) Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree so I have been cooking meals myself here in the model house.

When I was cooking quesadillas, the Brazilian smelt my cooking and said "Oooooo! You can cook? OOOoo you can get married!" I kid you not. I thought this was hilarious and sad at the same time. Why is it thought that you must cook to be a wife? So tonight, I was cooking chicken and this girl from Latvia says "Oooo cooking? You will make good wife!" Really? I'm not sure to take this as a sign that I should get married or a sign that women in our world have a messed up vision of what a wife is. Wives order take out too ya know.

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