After 5 weeks in the USA, I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz when my plane landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport a couple of nights ago. I almost clicked my heels together out of joy!
I did have fun on my trip. I went to lots of baseball games and got to cheer on my beloved San Francisco Giants, during both spring training for 3 weeks, as well as 5 games, both in LA and San Francisco. I squeezed in a jazz show, seeing Warren Hill, one of the better smooth jazz sax players out there at Yoshi's in San Francisco, perhaps the best jazz club in the world (ok, maybe I'm a bit prejudiced, but the place just rocks!).
But the attitude of Americans, especially those in California and the women specifically made me want to throw up on numerous occasions.
First it was the dude at the Costco pharmacy in Phoenix, who lectured me when I thought it was wrong for the entire pharmacy to close for lunch. The dude tried to tell me that I should know the hours, even though I don't live there. What a tool. And I as much as told him that.
Then it was the chick who called me an ass for complaining about the terrible service at my ex favorite sushi place, then two women berated my buddies when I complained about the check (the Chinese couple who own the place always fudge a bit, but since I was picking up the entire tab I complained about a 15% error and these chicks didn't think that was right!). Well, fuck them and their money, since they flaunted to my friends they were so rich!
I tend to be a bit loud, but I mean well. The problem is that here, people look the other way when someone is making a point. In Califuckya they lecture you.
I had always dreamed of once again living half the year in Bangkok and half in San Francisco. That dream is fading, not for lack of cash, but because I just don't like this place like I once did.
Now let's talk about my return.
Coming back to Bangkok was heavenly. No more overweight bitches, just lovelies as far as the eye can see (and that was just at the airport).
And it's not just the eye candy that made me smile. It's the people. Thai people have so much less than Americans and they seem so much happier (in general). The difference is amazing.
Today I went out and after dealing with the ever crashing dollar at the money exchange I took a walk down my old street where we used to live. I got a great laugh out of a fine example of Thai commerce. There was a shop with no sign and no indication of what it was (I think it was some kind of skin center based on some products on the shelves). So I decided to have some fun. I asked the three girls who worked there what they did at this place and they frighteningly let me know that they didn't speak English. And this is in a heavily western area! No wonder so many Thai businesses fail. I had no clue what they did and neither would anyone else!
Then I went to Big C shopping mall on Rama 4. If you ever want to find a girlfriend, come to any mall in Bangkok. The sightseeing is amazing! Today at Big C, what I saw in just 30 minutes will blow away the eye candy you'll find in any city in the states for an entire year. I'm not in the market, but I'm just sayin….
Until next time, enjoy yourself!