Sigh. They don't make boys the way they used to :)
Still the lot found themselves wanting to go the touristy route visiting the klongs, temples and palaces, so I opted out for the day. After all, I have vague misty memories of doing the Bangkok city tour years back when I was a tween. So while they paid homage to Lord Buddha at his temples, I made a solo pilgrimage to my own marble halls of worship.
The shopping malls.
With my credit card as an offering to the supreme tai tai of shopaholics. Providentially Bangkok was having a city-wide sale celebrating the gods of retail.
Seeing that I was going to walk the shopping mile, I made a call to meet my cousin for a leisurely lunch. Fortunately the coach ( a nick I named my cousin the teacher ) returned my call just as I was about to make an imprudent decision regarding several costly shirts at Ted Baker.
Met a chic Greyhound cafe where I handed him some souvenirs from back home while he gave me a respectful wai. The coach hasn't changed much - possibly bulked up a lil in view of his time teaching sports. Sweet boy that he is, I always remember him as a 6 year old in blue shorts - certainly not a strapping twenty-something.
Shocked him with the sinful number of shopping bags clustered around me but he managed to find his tongue after a while. Stuttering in his accented English, he regaled me with some horrific tales about the family over there - turns out the estranged kids do get together once in a blue moon.
No breaking dishes fortunately.
Coach : Cousin Bee lost her job again.
Paul : As long as she's not going out with the sleazy pad thai noodle seller again.
Coach : I hear they are going out again.
Paul : Pray to god I don't hear of Bee selling her wares in Patpong.
Coach : No no. She won't do such a thing.
Paul : She had better not! Far from a thai beauty, she'd probably have to resort to offering discounts.
Fortunately that bit of snarkiness was too much of a stretch for his limited English and when the coach asked for an explanation, I just shook my head with a smile. No need to corrupt the innocent.
Especially when there are many other cute go-go boys I could corrupt in Bangkok. :)
Though I'm sure he can already tell what mischief I've been up to. Bet the coach suspects I'm a raging homo though since I almost twisted my neck trying to catch sight of the luscious man-candies strolling by.