" belly full of silliness "

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there are six of us sitting in the lobby of there four seasons hotel in bangkok. four of us, including myself, are wearing pink polo shirts; our uniforms are silly. my boss is there wearing an all-red sleek chinese high-collar style dress. the PR supe for the four seasons makes up the sixth person at the table. we are all where we are supposed to be, and we are all out of place.

to my right, a lounge musical group called 4-tissimo is warbling sweet harmomelodies all throughout the lower levels area. two men, clean cut and voices clear as a bell.

the two ladies are beautiful and wearing these off the shoulder dazzling black dresses which shimmer in the dim lobby candlelight. they sound like two warm brassy river-sirens attached to a large rock, intertwined with strands of audio-caramel.

all of us at the table are eating dinners that in any normal sense of my daily life, would seem an obvious expense and the flavor is only so-so for the thai fare; obviously the taste bracket is more suited to european/american tongues lacking in any sense of subtlety. i look at where i am sitting and figure that it's not that big of a deal, as it is blazingly explainable.

a large group of euro-teens, too stupid to know any better, raucously engages the lounge area with their bloated cackling and horrible taste in clothing. all i can see is pasty shoulders and bellies spilling over shorts too small for the body sizes displayed.

i have to hold in my laughter and let them give everything away; the entire collective people of thailand holding in their comments, casting silent 'that's-too-bad-for-your-parents' gazes while the cackling juniors take turns giggling and pouring strawberry ripple martinis into their open mouths.

the dinner is awkward and as normal as any day on-location. i ceaselessly check the time and lose myself willingly in the musical stylings of the lounge act. we've been here for 7 hours.

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bonus:

IM conversation hilarity!!!

weederman23: fuckin a man tonight i ate some crazy ass japanese beef
weederman23: masaka, musaka, mesake
weederman23: something like that
xo emi ox: uhh.... you realize you said "fucking a man"
xo emi ox: (i'm) fucking a man
weederman23: sorry sorry
weederman23: fucking-a, man!! tonight i ate some crazy ass japanese beef
weederman23: forgot my punctuation
xo emi ox: hahaah
xo emi ox: coo
weederman23: how was your day?

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