busy

It seems as though the same thing that happens at home is happening here. I get busy, it gets tough for me to actually log on to this thing and write about my day. When I'm at home I have to plan my life around getting home for my sweet sweet dog. But here...I never need to come back here. All that's at my guest house is a bunch of junk and a bed. Warner is definitely giving me the hard sell on moving the Chaba still, but it's silly to leave here now. I can go there whenever I want and hang out. In fact, I'll be going over there to play cards after school tomorrow.

Yesterday after school Melissa and I got massages at this place near Tha Pae gate. It was kind of nice because I woke up in a totally crappy mood. I had broken a glass in my room the night before (which was an amazing explosion of glass everywhere. In fact, I found a piece in my bed just a few minutes ago) and got a shard in my foot, which I didn't realize until I got to school and spent ten minutes in the office trying to dig it out with a safety pin. I had also slept like crap, woke up in the middle of the night absolutely drenched in sweat. I just couldn't shake the mood. Maybe I was missing my friends, but I've stayed pretty well connected.

Anyway, when she suggested massages after school I was all about it. It was nice to get a massage to kind of try to figure out what other people do. The woman who massaged me did a lot of the same stuff we're learning but faster and both sides at the same time, instead of one at a time. Today in class we learned some of the modified/more advanced stretches, some of which she did to me and I was mentally trying to figure them out.  It kind of made me decide that I'm going to stay in Chiang Mai until the 14th and fly to Bangkok as late as possible and just hang out at the airport so I can take a table class somewhere other than my school. I also want to start getting more massages so I can compare and steal techniques.

Post massages we met up with Gina and Tom at the bar they call Jim Beam, but I think it's actually called Kafe. They had a little mistake on their menu that I thought was funny.

 

But now I see that they sell shrim in addition to frence fried

We didn't eat there, instead we walked to a very delicious vegetarian restaurant called Taste From Heaven. The owner was a very lovely man from Australia who owns a black lab mix whom he saved from the streets.

We found an shop across the street that makes organic lotions and such for so cheap. I should have bought this honey body lotion but didn't feel like carrying it because I knew we were going to North Gate Jazz club (finally).

On Tuesday nights they have an open mic jam session that I guess is really popular. There were a ton of people there and they close off some of the main road around the old city to accommodate them.I didn't like all the music but that's ok. Everyone Sounded pretty good.

 

 Gina and Tom

 

yummy pineapple drinks

 

Jazz

When I met two girls from ITM here they were talking about their classmate named "Cello Joe." They were going to see him play that night and invited me to come. They said that he rides his bike all around Chiang Mai with his cello on his back and does some sort of cello/beat box thing. It sounded pretty strange. Well, he played at North Gate and it actually sounded really awesome.

 

Cello Joe

I left the club slightly early to try to get home to phone into google for the meeting about benefits, only to realize that it was at 12pm cst and not 11 and there was no way I was staying up until 2am for it.

This morning I woke up far less crabby. I ate a left over sub for breakfast, which made me feel like barfing for the first half of class. I felt better by afternoon and then Melissa felt like crap. We were learning those new things I told you about and it was a little frustrating because Dao may be the sweetest lady but her English is practically impossible to understand and she falls asleep in class, which is weird. She was a little better about paying attention to us today, so that was nice. 

Tonight a big group of us went to the cultural center for some very touristy show. We had a super great time, though. It's really nice to connect with my classmates. I was just so worried.

 

 

 There was a little boy during the second half of the show, who's parents were probably in the show, who kept dancing with the dancers and running across the performance area. He was pretty much the cutest thing ever. Trying to take his picture was like trying to get a puppy to look directly into the camera, or even like trying to get a 2 year old who doesn't speak you language to look at you. 

 

 

Tomorrow night we go dancing to celebrate Samantha, Talal, Jose and Singrid's last days at school.