Rising at some ungodly hour by vacation standards, Colleen
set off for the dive shop on her own as she was heading out on an all day
diving trip to Sail Rock. Sail Rock is
apparently the premier dive site in the Gulf of Thailand, although I sadly may
never know for myself. Single tear. With the woman out of my hair for the second
straight day in a row(!), I decided to do what I do best: sleep. Sometime, a few hours later I eventually
worked enough energy to decide that I was going to go for a lengthy walk to the
next beach over, Mae Haad. I quickly
concluded that my plan from the previous day of just sitting inside and
watching TV was the much smarter thing to do.
Between the sweltering tropical heat and my fat ass, it was a born
recipe for lots of drink breaks and much panting. Somehow I made it back to Sairee Beach (where
we were staying) and rewarded myself for the excellent workout by promptly
packing on all the calories I had just lost and then some!
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| Colleen and her Sail Rock crew. We can only assume I was still sleeping at this point. |
My fair lady made it back around dinner time and she was a
little bummed out because the underwater visibility that day was garbage and
she didn't get to see as much marine life as she had hope for. Oh well, nothing like a little alcohol to
wash the pains of a disappointing dive day away! With that we headed back to old faithful, Chopper's Bar and Grill, as there was a
big shindig there with lots of the people Colleen had been diving with that
day. Our buddy Prat was there, my lifesaver
Amber, as well as Colleen's new friend Amy she had met diving that day. After slamming a few drinks there, we moved
on to Banyan Bar, an outdoor bar (see
hut with some picnic tables setup) that is a spot where many of the dive
instructors and such hangout. This was
complimented by some beers and a few servings of a mixed drink called a
"tight bastard" which I still have no idea what it is. I can safely say this was the beginning of
the end for us.
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| Amber, myself, Colleen, and Amy. If only I had stopped there. |
From there, we somehow got dragged into going to Maya Beach Club, another one of the
island's fine drinking establishments.
It was around this time that things started to get a little fuzzy and
all I remember was me dropping beer bottles (and naturally walking away as if I
had nothing to do with it) and Colleen professing her love for all those around
her. Class act we are. Apparently the party didn't stop there for
us, and we hit up another club, Fish Bowl,
and then visited our buddy from a couple of nights earlier, the "Pancake
Man". I'd be lying to you if I said
I remembered any of this.
Later that night back at the hotel (we shall assume Colleen
carried me back there), I decided to strip down to my birthday suit and take
advantage of our expansive bathroom. The
only problem was I fell asleep on the can.
While I was catching some much needed zzzzz's, Colleen logged on to her Facebook and discovered that one of my good
friends, Derek Simpson, had just gotten engaged. I no doubt promptly went back to sleep in all
my naked gloriousness on my porcelain perch and instantly forgot about it.
~Brentski~
Follow-up: When I woke up (in my bed FYI[!]) the next
morning I remember wondering to myself if in fact Derek had gotten
engaged. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming
our not, as my mental skills were beyond non-existent by the end of the
previous night. It was true, he was
engaged and he is now married to his lovely wife Vanessa. I hope she keeps a shorter leash on him than
Colleen does on me!
