x in pattaya
February 22nd, 2009, 00:02
Ok, so in my bid to single-handedly resurrect the local economy as well as to visit a number of bars that I had never been in before, I didn't call the guy at Cartier for a third appearance in as many days despite the thought having crossed my mind a few dozen times during the day and I headed off to Happy Boys Bar located in the suburbs of Sunnee Plaza.
Happy is a nice place and they sure had a steady flow of customers compared to Sunnee, which appeared dead especially for a Saturday night. The guys тАЬdanceтАЭ right in front of you wearing abbreviated & strategically cut shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. If you are farsighted, as I am, being that close to the subject matter can be a bit of a problem, but not a major one. The guys are very friendly and the atmosphere in the bar is much more relaxed than the regimented bars in Pattayaland. The boys are a bit more petite and twinky than I normally would go for, but they are fun and, for a small tip you can do a hands-on inspection of the merchandiseтАж as was demonstrated by several customers, but not me.In those very public circumstances it seems a little too demeaning, although I realize the whole gogo bar experience could be described as demeaning.
At one point we were joined by a decidedly drunk Thai woman who was guzzling a beer, lifting boysтАЩ shorts and grabbing onto their genitals. Someone told me later she was the wife of someone who worked in the bar. I didnтАЩt see anyone in the bar who looked like he would likely have a wife, but whoever he was IтАЩm sure he was really proud of the little womanтАЩs behavior. I donтАЩt think she was tipping those who she groped, but maybe thereтАЩs a family discount for employees. Her presence and behavior was unfortunate on numerous levels. It might seem difficult to lower the tone of a place where boys are obliged to stand before strangers who can handle their assets for B20, but the Mau Mrs. managed to sully the meat market atmosphere even further.
So I bought a drink for Fang and Wat who sat with me kneading away at my arms, legs & neck in what I guess was assumed to be sensual & arousing. It wasnтАЩt. Initially Fang attracted me more, but he seemed rather distracted and appeared to have a cough & cold, so I tipped him for his time and took off Wat, who hails from Roi Et, allegedly a Happy Bar employee for about six months, formerly employed at some unnamed business located on Sathorn in Bangkok.
I hadnтАЩt noticed in the dim bar lighting, but I think Wat must be an enthusiastic user of skin whitener and possibly some other cosmetic тАЬbeauty aids.тАЭ Given the beautiful skin that most Thais have it seems totally absurd and probably quite damaging in the long run for them to use these things, especially the whitener.
For the briefest of moments, out in the harsh street lighting, his skin appeared ghoulishly pale and a bit aged, lined & drawn and it looked as if it had been dusted with powder. A vision of some generic grandmother, shortly before(or possibly soon after) her demise flashed in my mind.The vision of granny came and went in a flash, but the residual thought lingered on тАж and on тАж and on.
http://www.hollow-hill.com/sabina/images/babs-ugly-mind.jpg
It was just one of those things where some deeply buried memory suddenly surfaces unbidden because of some minimal environmental stimulus and then it canтАЩt be got rid of.
Needless to say none of this was WatтАЩs fault and he performed admirably as I rushed things along to a speedy conclusion and sent him on his way тАж all the time attempting to sublimate the feeling that I was having my way with Barbara Bush or Martha Washington.
This seemed a clear and auspicious sign that I should end my Pattaya gogo bar crawl for the time being. I sort of wanted to include Vassa, assuming they still had the rough-edged country boys someone once described, but I suspect that would be another disappointment.
I texted my LT friend telling him to get his very desirable butt down here next week even if only for a few days and will reengage the guy from Cartier for a little interim therapy and keep the guy from Cupidol on speed dial for emergencies, but otherwise I think we have condition: Butterfly Down & ATM in standby mode for the foreseeable future.
http://bp0.blogger.com/_MbUOC2XGkeo/R__N9IyfVBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_Pk_y-14FVI/s400/Butterfly+Bench.JPG
I donтАЩt know if itтАЩs just me or if it's the staffing at the bars, but offing is no longer the stuff of dreams that it once seemed. Sigh.
Happy is a nice place and they sure had a steady flow of customers compared to Sunnee, which appeared dead especially for a Saturday night. The guys тАЬdanceтАЭ right in front of you wearing abbreviated & strategically cut shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. If you are farsighted, as I am, being that close to the subject matter can be a bit of a problem, but not a major one. The guys are very friendly and the atmosphere in the bar is much more relaxed than the regimented bars in Pattayaland. The boys are a bit more petite and twinky than I normally would go for, but they are fun and, for a small tip you can do a hands-on inspection of the merchandiseтАж as was demonstrated by several customers, but not me.In those very public circumstances it seems a little too demeaning, although I realize the whole gogo bar experience could be described as demeaning.
At one point we were joined by a decidedly drunk Thai woman who was guzzling a beer, lifting boysтАЩ shorts and grabbing onto their genitals. Someone told me later she was the wife of someone who worked in the bar. I didnтАЩt see anyone in the bar who looked like he would likely have a wife, but whoever he was IтАЩm sure he was really proud of the little womanтАЩs behavior. I donтАЩt think she was tipping those who she groped, but maybe thereтАЩs a family discount for employees. Her presence and behavior was unfortunate on numerous levels. It might seem difficult to lower the tone of a place where boys are obliged to stand before strangers who can handle their assets for B20, but the Mau Mrs. managed to sully the meat market atmosphere even further.
So I bought a drink for Fang and Wat who sat with me kneading away at my arms, legs & neck in what I guess was assumed to be sensual & arousing. It wasnтАЩt. Initially Fang attracted me more, but he seemed rather distracted and appeared to have a cough & cold, so I tipped him for his time and took off Wat, who hails from Roi Et, allegedly a Happy Bar employee for about six months, formerly employed at some unnamed business located on Sathorn in Bangkok.
I hadnтАЩt noticed in the dim bar lighting, but I think Wat must be an enthusiastic user of skin whitener and possibly some other cosmetic тАЬbeauty aids.тАЭ Given the beautiful skin that most Thais have it seems totally absurd and probably quite damaging in the long run for them to use these things, especially the whitener.
For the briefest of moments, out in the harsh street lighting, his skin appeared ghoulishly pale and a bit aged, lined & drawn and it looked as if it had been dusted with powder. A vision of some generic grandmother, shortly before(or possibly soon after) her demise flashed in my mind.The vision of granny came and went in a flash, but the residual thought lingered on тАж and on тАж and on.
http://www.hollow-hill.com/sabina/images/babs-ugly-mind.jpg
It was just one of those things where some deeply buried memory suddenly surfaces unbidden because of some minimal environmental stimulus and then it canтАЩt be got rid of.
Needless to say none of this was WatтАЩs fault and he performed admirably as I rushed things along to a speedy conclusion and sent him on his way тАж all the time attempting to sublimate the feeling that I was having my way with Barbara Bush or Martha Washington.
This seemed a clear and auspicious sign that I should end my Pattaya gogo bar crawl for the time being. I sort of wanted to include Vassa, assuming they still had the rough-edged country boys someone once described, but I suspect that would be another disappointment.
I texted my LT friend telling him to get his very desirable butt down here next week even if only for a few days and will reengage the guy from Cartier for a little interim therapy and keep the guy from Cupidol on speed dial for emergencies, but otherwise I think we have condition: Butterfly Down & ATM in standby mode for the foreseeable future.
http://bp0.blogger.com/_MbUOC2XGkeo/R__N9IyfVBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_Pk_y-14FVI/s400/Butterfly+Bench.JPG
I donтАЩt know if itтАЩs just me or if it's the staffing at the bars, but offing is no longer the stuff of dreams that it once seemed. Sigh.