And we both go down together

Last night was profoundly stupid. We’ll see how things pan out.

But one positive thing did come out of last night: proof that, to Asians, all white people look the same. Location: Santika (another flashy, anonymous Bangkok worn-red-carpet-entrance club, the high-end sound, dark jam-packed rooms of gyrating dancers, pulsing with the throbbing bass of the DJ’s turntabled Top-40… actually, there was a band last night night in one of the rooms who, dressed like Thai school girlsw, did an impressive Eminem cover…). Evidence: after unsucessfully trying to duck past the bouncers checking IDs at the door, I borrowed Gilbert’s ID, walked around for five minutes, and then came back and tried using Gilbert’s ID. Picture Gilbert: stocky build. Black, curly hair. Brown eyes. But–! White skin! We’re a spitting image of each other, I tell ya. Well, it got me into the club, anyway.