I am addicted to coconuts

As I had hoped for, this week had improved since getting lost for the crappy car magazine casting. We had more castings where we didn't get lost, I got my pocket money and was able to buy food. Food= Happy Jessica.

More models came in this week. Two males from Russia and one female from Romania who is the same age as me. The Russian guys are pretty cool as they speak English pretty well and understand my American humor. Not only do they understand, they absolutely love it.

On the day of their arrival we had an Agency Dinner. An Agency Dinner is when the owner of the agency  takes out everyone in the agency to a very fancy restaurant. We arrived at a Thai restaurant that felt like we entered a new world. All the walls were wood panels along with the floors. There were antique artifacts throughout the restaurant and we were greeted by lovely ladies in traditional silk attire, with Sawadee Ka and a bow. It was like we were royalty.
We had to take off our shoes and walk upstairs to a special large room. I entered the room to find a very long, low table and these Thai cousins that look like This. After everyone had a smoke (Minus me of course), we got settled in our seats and the food started to arrive. It was soooo yummy!!

Rice in Pineapple, curry and coconut smoothies 

The Hungarian and her pineapple smoothie

Pretty, huh?

 Earlier in the day we had a casting for a magazine. Afterwards we all decided to get some lunch and I spotted a fruit stand that I wanted to visit. I spotted a coconut.

It was so delicious and this is how my coconut addiction started. It was only 20 Baht!
I went with the Brazilian later that day to visit a friend of hers. He is a male model that lives in an apartment complex that used to be a hospital. The place is apparently haunted.

The view from his place

 

 

The next day after our Agency Dinner, the owner's driver took his girlfriend, the Romanian and I to his apartment complex where we can use the gym and pool area. It was so nice. I immediately got on a lounge chair and passed out for a while. The warm air and the sound of calm water can make one fall asleep pretty quickly. I felt like I was in Palm Springs or Vegas.

So last night I decided that I would go to the club with a few other models. It was one of the Russian boy's birthday last night so I figured I would go and celebrate with them. I went with the Romanian who had organized everything with the boys. I realized last night that she is not the brightest crayon in the box. Everything she had told me was totally wrong and I was incredibly frustrating. She didn't know where to go, her phone had no money. She was just completely under prepared which is not how I roll. 3 taxis later, we finally got to the boys place.
The Romanian informed me we were going to have dinner and then go out. Oh but wait, the boys already ate... So now I was irritated and hungry. Luckily, the boys were very entertaining at their place trying to put peanut M&Ms in their mouth. Example below:

So the boys came with me to get some food which was nice of them. The Romanian didn't eat anything but coconut ice cream and coke. Hmmm healthy. I of course, because of my addiction, also had coconut cream ice cream (along with my fried rice and chicken. yum). I then decided to teach the Russians an American joke. "That's what she said". This was very entertaining for me to hear them say "That's what she said!!" In thick Russian accents. Although, for the rest of the night, all I would hear was "That's what she said". Whoops.

So we get to the Circle club. You get to the top floor to find it full of models and smoke. There were a few Asian men around, but this room was mostly filled up by models. Very drunk models. It was hip hop night which was nice. If it was house music I would have left in 5 minutes. Instead I managed to stay an hour in a smokey room and sipping on a really disgusting pineapple vodka. (It's because it didn't have coconut, that's why it sucked)
I was checking out the place and watching models standing on tables and shelves dancing like strippers. A room full of sexy boys and girls can only mean one thing; STDs. I kept my drink close by.
Watching people look stupid while I'm sober is only fun for a short amount of time. But the birthday boy was dancing like a maniac and didn't want to leave. So I stayed longer.
I was thinking, Damn, Hollywood has way better clubs. Then of course, every hip hop song was about California, Long Beach, the West Side and such. Which just made me super homesick. :(

crazies

 

 

 

I need to explain how clubs in Asia work. If you are a model, you get in for free. Sometimes, if you come early, they also provide you a delicious dinner. Sometimes, they pay models to come to the club. Then, they give you tickets that you can use at the bar and order free drinks. This is why models love going to the club and why they are all drunk.
I don't think I will be frequenting Thai clubs often on my trip out here.
Fin.