When I awoke I felt pretty good. A little tired but I could tell I worked off some of the hangover. I woke Di up next to me because we had to go and get ready. I asked if she had any money left and she said she recalled there being a $20 left on the night stand. At this point I should mention that she got pretty liquored up during the night and went to bed after vomiting. I am sure she appreciates me journaling that detail. She could not find the $20 and I said maybe you stuck it in your shorts. She grabbed them and pulled out $100. “Woo! Big winner!” I exclaimed. It was not long before I told her how it made its way there. But I wanted her to feel good and feel like a winner if only for a moment. I knew she was not too happy with herself losing a bunch of money the night before. We quickly gathered our few belongings and checked out.
We went back inside to get the free buffet that was owed to us. Unfortunately while waiting we lost $60 of the hundred I had won the night before. That is what you get for violating agreements with the universe. The wait ended up not being well worth it. The food was bland and overcooked in the buffet. I did not find a single item that excited my culinary taste buds. Don’t get me wrong, I still ate the shit outta that buffet, I just did not enjoy it as much as one should. After a disappointing meal, we got back into the car and down the road. At this point I thought it a little odd that over the past few days we had been driving so much since we would certainly get our fill in the coming weeks.
Since I am writing this a few days later, I honestly do not recall what transpired when we returned. I am sure there was a bit of cleaning but I do know that I took a nap in there somewhere and so did my wife. When we got up, it was time to get ready for dinner with her sister, brother in law, and American parents. We went to Sawatdee, a Thai restaurant whose tagline is “Thai it, you’ll like it!” Generally speaking it is pretty darn good, but the service is slow and it takes forever to get your food. I suppose that experience is okay though when the real point of dinner is to talk and catch up. Again, I don’t remember too many details besides that I ordered a level 1 in terms of spiciness for my meal. Well, I actually tried to order a level -1 but I don’t know if that order existed. Somebody cracked that the only way to achieve that level would be to sprinkle sugar on top. Of course my wife put me to shame when she ordered a level 5. I am the great white wuss at the table. However, I defended myself by stating that this place is hit and miss. Usually I get a 3 and its great but sometimes it has been bland and other times to hot for me to eat. What I am saying is, there really is not point in ordering on a number system there because it depends on the cook in the back but also the server’s assumption of you. I am sure if you eat spicy food you have experienced this. They serve honkies like me a little more bland stuff when I order big, or they give me spicier to put me in my place. Oh well. At any rate, I stole a few bites of my wife’s level 5 food and it was damn good and it certainly cleared my sinuses.
I think that was all we did that evening. This may have been the day that we decided to take the Camry on our journey instead of my Alero. Thusly, we decided we would sell that car that I grew up with and owned for the last 9 years. More on that later.
When we hit the pillows that night, we knew we had better sleep well because Thursday was meant to be the big day. I had no clue how big of a day it would actually turn out to be.
~Mitch Heid!