Going out on Halloween

It didn’t occur to me that we came to Bangkok on Halloween. Paola suggested that we go out to get something to eat, and maybe enjoy a little nightlife that Bangkok is famous for. Basically, everybody who was out looked like a hippy that wanted to take advantage of the cheap party atmosphere. We knew that since this was the type of person that came to Thailand, the tourists would generally be cool to party with. We returned to Khaosan Road, picked a little restaurant, and drank a lot of beer after eating phad-thai. While sitting there, we met a couple of Dutch guys, and they invited us to this bar/ club where they were going. When we got there, one of them bought a bottle of vodka, and I drank a lot of it. After drinking a lot of beer, and then mixing it with a lot of vodka, I threw up on the floor of the club, and couldn’t get up from where I found a seat. I couldn’t open my eyes either, especially since my head was in my hands. Soon enough, some workers from the club came up to me, saw the throw-up, threw some sawdust on top of it and cleaned it up. Then they walked away.

Apparently I was gone for a while, so Paola came and looked for me. When she found me, she started to cry because she thought that I was going to die. While I didn’t have the motor functions to walk or even talk properly, my brain and mental functions were working just fine, so I tried to motion to her that I was ok, and that everything would be fine. This didn’t convince her. Soon enough she found some big African who carried me outside and loaded me onto a tuk-tuk to get home. I do not exaggerate when I say that my motor functions were completely dead; I couldn’t move at all, and when I tried to walk, my legs wouldn’t hold me up, nor would my eyes stay open. This seemed so odd to me since I felt that my brain was working perfectly, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do; I just couldn’t do it. It was a good thing that the African was strong.

When we got the hotel, a hotel worker helped carry me to the room and I fell asleep. While in transit from the door of the hotel to the door of our room, I threw up again, this time on the hotel floor. It surprised me that the people in all these different places where I threw up were so nice; I am sure that if the same thing happened in Los Angeles or New York, they would have simply thrown me out on the street (I know from experience). Paola was still worried, but I am sure that when I woke up the next morning she was confident that I wouldn’t die; since my brain was working the whole time, I knew that I was ok.