PARTY

I was going to write about something else today, (I still will, but when I get home.) but I got these pics from Tony (Sa, the owner of QT’s, fiancée) from the night we had a party there. Yesterday, I couldn’t find any pics that showed what to expect from the open air bars. Well, thanks to Tony, I have some.

This first pic shows the bargirls, but this only about half of the ones that work there.

This one gives a better view of what the typical open air bar is like.


Here’s a pic of QT’s owner, Sa.


And, finally, a pic of Tony with a couple of the guys. (He's in the middle.)


I wasn’t going to write about the going away party we had there until later, but the pics got me to thinking about it. It started at around 8 PM and myself and a guy from Ft. Campbell (We’ll call him Pat) were the first ones to show. When we got there, the bar was full of Koreans from a tour group. (We knew they were all from the same group because they all had matching shirts.) After they noticed me and Pat were there, it took them all of about 3 minutes to clear the bar, all of them. Guess they didn’t want to be around the Americans. Fine by us, we didn’t want them there either.

Tony and Sa got the party catered by a guy named Bob (An American) who owns a Texas style BBQ place in Pattaya. There were tacos, burritos, ribs, chicken and all kinds of other stuff. And a lot of it. Good thing there was a lot of food to eat because a lot of alcohol was consumed that night. (It was one of only two nights that I actually got drunk there. And I was drinking a lot almost every night.) The rest of the guys that were there on the trip showed up over the next hour, or so. And the party really began.

Just about everyone was there. Officers, flight and the rest of us peons. The best thing was that it was the way the unit used to be. Rank didn’t matter. Flight or non-flight didn’t matter. It was just a bunch of friends having a good time together. (But that was over afterwards and everything went back to normal.) That night all of the other bars in the place were pretty much empty, but QTs was packed all night long. Drinks were coming faster than you could drink them. You just couldn’t keep up. Every once in a while someone would ring the bell, and more drinks would go around. (OK quick aside here, the open air bars all have a bell. And the girls will try to get the unsuspecting to ring it. What happens when you ring it is up to the owner of the bar, but it will be one of two things. Either you buy a drink for all of the bar girls, or for the whole bar. The first one is the most common. You have been warned now.)

I remarked to Pat that for some reason I really wanted some Soju. But of course, since it was Thailand and not Korea, there wasn’t any. Not five minutes after I said that, a two liter bottle of Soju was broken out. (One of the guys had brought a few combat bottles with him.) I started drinking this along with my usual Mekong and Coke. I even got some of the bargirls to try it. But none of them wanted seconds. You should have seen the looks on their faces when it hit them. Priceless.

Anyways the partying goes on till about 3 AM. Well, that’s when I decided to leave. I was talking to someone, and Pat was standing about two feet in front of me talking to one of the girls. Well, Pat gets a shot of Tequila and downs it. I don’t see this because I’m otherwise engaged, and when I’m drunk, I can only focus on one thing at a time. Well, I’m talking when I feel something warm and wet splash on my neck. Of course, I’m a little surprised and look up at Pat. When I see the look on his face, at about the same time I touch my neck, I realize what happened, and am immediately sober. I look at Pat and say “You didn’t!” He just nods his head and heads for the bathroom. The son of a bitch just puked on me! I take my shirt off and use it to clean most of it off of me and head to the bathroom to get better cleaned up. When I get back, Sa gave me a new shirt to wear. Needless to say, it was at that point that I decided to go home.

I’ll have another entry when I get home. I’ll see ya’ll later.