in a bit of a hurry, but...

so, i have to run and actually work in a second, but i thought this might make you happy. it was slipped under my door. this is exactly what was written:

As the "Do not disturb" signed was put on in front of you room, the Housekeeper then was not able to make daily make up to your room.

Should you wish to have you room be cleaned prease contact House Keeping office at extension : 3 at your conbenience.


hope that holds you over sean and i hope you got a laugh. i know i did. soooooo much to fill you in on. will be back quite soon.

kap khun cop...

update...

so i am just unpacking from my flight down to krabi in the south of thailand and had a closer look at mariot's card. actual name: maleerat. now i would like you to say that in engrish. or, better yet, imagine me saying it in engrish over and over and over during a huge meal that lasted at least 3 hours. picture of this thai patron coming soon!!!

now i will turn things over to our first guest blogger of the blog: aly. hope your enjoy her sean. be nice.

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Hello, Sean, I wish you were here with us. But as you must experience this trip via 1's and 0's because you are so very busy and in demand at home, I will communicate critical information via very efficient lists.

Animals we have seen:
1. Mosquitoes
2. Ferret
3. Puffer fish
4. Black cock
5. Mosquitoes
6. Chicken feet

Hottest things in Thailand
1. Ocean
2. Gang thai pla
3. Everything
4. 7:00 a.m.-11:30 p.m.

Wettest things in Thailand
1. Kip at the gym
2. Kip eating curry
3. Outside of Thai coffee cup
4. Everything

ScARiest things in Thailand:
1. Ferret
2. Thai coffee buzz
3. Kip at the gym
4. Chicken feet
5. Big giant old white dudes, tiny skinny young Thai girls
6. Ladies on the back of scooters, sidesaddle, holding tiny babies (yes, babies, plural)
7. Prospect of climbing 1,200 steps up limestone mountain to see Tiger Buddha, between the hours of 7:30 and 11:30.
8. Kip's Thai accent. Again, he nails it.

marriott

yo yo yo sean...what is up my friend? good news from thailand. we have often talked about the failures of our mothers. not that we don't love dale and dee, respectively, but we can both acknowledge (as they can, i hope-especially if they are reading-hi mom!!) their occasional shortcomings. well, should we choose to put them to pasture and start a new type life over in southeast asia, i have found our long lost thai mother. and brant's as well. and to some extent everyone we know's mother. her name: mariot. i am not sure if that is how you spell it or really even pronounce it, but really, it won't matter after your first half hour with her. she will have you so pumped full of thai culinary delights and cocktails that your mouth will barely be moving, unable to contain the long strand of drool that comes with a meal led by mariot. let me explain:

last night, aly and i had dinner with the producer and his wife, the director, another american actress in the film, and our UPM. all of them lovely and all of them willing to follow the producer's wife at my request. i threw the menu at her and made her just go. if you had seen her smile and her dress and her high heels (all thai ladies-even ladyboys, which is actually how the word translates, by the way, where high heels at all times-the cleaning ladies, the waiters, the producer's wives). oh mariot. this is where she came into her own. i know we have been out several times and had the waiter tell us to stop ordering, only to order more and wow him with our consumptive ways. hell, we have even had strangers comment to us. mariot makes us look like double a players. maybe even single a. everyone at the table had one of every dish on the menu. seriously. it just kept coming. somehow, i forgot to take a picture. aly was in a daze of tom guy gon. noodles were teetering on spoons (rarely do they use choppers here). singhas were collecting in our gullets. everyone was sweating. i kept my head down. it was a meal for the ages and my introduction to mariot. i may never be the same. i love you dee. i love you dale. i love judy and shirley and all mothers in my life. but mariot has my heart at the moment, sean, and she would have yours as well. wish you were here!!

bangkok is hot

dear sean:

i have finally settled a bit in bangkok. actually got some sleep last night which was a surprise. it was made a little easier by the singha from the hotel bar atop my digs, nice light breeze that was actually just blowing the wetness around even more. it feels like you are breathing soppy paper towels, even at midnight.
before alyson arrived today around noon, i had a few moments to myself to explore the neighborhood and find a suitable breakfast. someone from production actually recommended the restaurant in the bar but since i will be here for a few more weeks, i took a pass and hit the streets. vendors cooking various things are all around. i took a big circle and finally made my choice. lots of thais. hot things. sauces. a gnarly looking dude using a butter knife to cut corn off the cob. he was my master of ceremonies i decided. i took my money out and made (what i thought) was the international symbol for 1 (holding up one finger, natch) and he gave the international symbol for no (saying no several times). undaunted, i tried to look sad. this did not work either. i swallowed my pride and nothing else. i moved on. found a woman making donuts that were neither sweet nor salty, just fried and warm and fresh. i got 10 (for 10 baht, which is about 30 cents) and ate them like popcorn as i found a suitable breakfast: street curry. man. 30 baht (a buck) for a bowl of green, hot ass curry with some meat. all the thai spices. thai taxi drivers actually commented on my use of the thai chili. he was in awe. i sat and sweated and gave him the rest of my donuts. this place is alright.

whoa

sean:

i am back-i don't know how you feel about multiple posts in a day (again the title is betraying me: 2 posts and still in japan) but i had to relay this. it makes me laugh and jealous and happy and drunk. some of my favorite things.

so i am happily surfing away in the lounge, getting a bit peckish, when i head over to check out the vittles. sushi-of course. little tiny plastic bottles of soy sauce-yes. none of this packet shit like in the states. ice cold asahi? why not. and this is where it gets funny. no bottles...just a fridge of chilled glasses and a funny lookin' coffee dispenser type thing. i set my glass down and push the button (just push once) and it whirs and clangs and actually hurls my glass up and into a proper lean for the headless pour. this picture is obviously taken after the movement, so the drama at first use is gone. that was the funny part. my audible panic as i reached up for the glass as it (certainly) was tilting off the counter. but no!! these japs!! a perfect, headless pour. but wait, pal, you say-i like a little head on my suds. ahhh, the machine knows we all do. so it tips your glass back straight at the end and pumps in just a splash...wham...perfect. i now have two beers to drink. thanks sean for making me go back and take a picture and get more beer!! you rule.

not quite there yet...

dear sean:

don't get me wrong. so many funny things have happened thus far but i was actually sitting here while my cornputer booted up (in japan!!) wracking my brain for the lead in to make you laugh and BAM-right in front of me in the NWA (which i guess only makes me laugh over here, but i think it will make you laugh as well since we are of a certain age and nwa will always be easy and da boys hanging in compton) lounge and the ONLY big fat american in sight wangs his fat head on the light and looks at me like i should feel sorry for his giant americanness but i just look at the computer and try not to laugh. i am only sort of successful. he is on to me. but alas, we are allies in this strange and foreign place. they took my toothpaste. but he was so nice and charming and he had white gloves on so i just let him. i think i even bowed. also, it is very difficult not to just crack off my engrish. i am afraid of taking a picture in the lounge so you will have to settle for a description of the little old lady on the plane who i thought would be my sure fire "make sean laugh" story (oh, sidebar, the fat american just hit his head again, muttered, presumably to me, that the thing is going to kill me one of these times)...she was about 4'11" and in a pink nylon sweat suit. under the jacket, which was unzipped-a red ferrari F1 shirt, circa early shummacher (now the fat american has taken a cute japanese lady's seat in the name of a "three prong outlet," she did not perform kung fu), and a sombrero the size of a tractor trailer tire that she wore off the plane. this sombrero was also ruby red with white rhinestones. she was about 85 and bore a strong resemblance to pat morita. i love her. welcome to japan. i hope this made you laugh. i know technically the blog has thailand in the title and i am in japan, but hey, it counts i think. i hope you read more tomorrow.

home from the office

well. here we are. a lot of pressure to keep sean reading. i hope you enjoy my trip to thailand...