UPDATE 10/12/06 12:17AM:

HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT HOME, LEIGH!
We're all gonna miss you!

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Last night could only be described in one word and one word only - snapfuck. It was so special it deserves its own vocab. I should propose this word in my GRE class this Monday.

According to the Dictionary of Recently Made Up During Hangover Words, the term, which is an adjective, means to be so fucked up beyond comprehension. Usage example could be when you wake up in the morning, disoriented in someone else's bed, the most appropriate thing to say at the time would be, "Whoa, snapfuck."

The term is coined by one of my new found drunken pals, Gabe. More on him and the rest of the crew later.

Yesterday was the last day we all would get together before Leigh leaves for the Kangarooland for good. It was also partially my and Tom's birthday party. My real birthday is on Tuesday and of course being a girl with a profession and all I just can't afford to live a lifestyle of a college student during the weekdays anymore. As for Tom, he's leaving as well and he won't be celebrating his birthday with all his beloved friends so he's decided to have it now instead of January.

Traffic was horrible yesterday. Our plan was to go have dinner at H1, then hit Escobar where me and Bua usually lurk and later head to Bed Supperclub. We even had schedule and all but turned out the dinner took all of our Escobar time so we decided to skip that one and hit Bed straight.

2 Die 4, that's where we ate. We joined forces with some of Tom's friends at the table. I had never been to H1 before I even thought it closed down already but it was actually nice. The restaurant also has this alfresco area where you can lounge on the comfy sofa beds in their little garden like space. I'm definitely going back there again when I have money and when my jail time is lifted. (More on that later).

Then we went to bed. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.... The End.















No. We went to Bed Supperclub. This super uber exclusivo fabtastical creature of a nightclub. So they say. It was just like this big white oval blob elevated off the floor of Soi 11 and inside it was just this big white echo-y hall of beds. There are two sections to the place the bed section and the club section. It wasn't ALL THAT to tell you the truth I so don't get all the hype. But it was nice, a.k.a. not as creepy as I thought a night club with beds would be.

Daniel was there with his gorgeous Emma who later bailed because she was too sleepy.

Bua and I went there rolling with our newfound crew: Matt, Gabe, Tom, and of course the soon to be vanished Leigh. There is usually one more to that, Will, but he somewhat disappeared we tried calling him and texting him and everything but there was no reply. That reminds me I gotta find out what happened. It was speculated that either he was in trouble or he was just too lazy.

Before we move on to the core of last night's story, let me introduce you to the characters.


Matt, The Lost One, is the Lost Boy from Guru, my rival magazine. He's pretty much the only reason people even pick up Guru, seriously. He also always looks evil in photos and looks like a Neo Nazi Eminem on his ID card. His pretty girlfriend Bunny hates his music.


Tom, The Erotica, likes to order food with weird sexual names like the Erotic Pizza he ordered when we went to Basilico, and that's how he's got his nickname. He was tempted to order a pasta dish called "Hot Pursuit" at Another Hound Thursday night but he didn't. Good on you Tom you're on the road to recovery.


Gabe, The American, always gets attacked by the rest of the crew for, well, being American. So what if he likes his football soccer and colours with no U? Americans are human too. Other than being American, he's also famous for his height, red socks and a set of nostrils that double as a portal to his brains.

Of course,

Kitz and Bua, The Dysfunctional Halves, who need no introduction.

And last but not least,


Leigh, The Angel, is the ultimate NGO enthusiast with resume that almost makes you feel guilty about your materialistic lifestyle. Just almost. He's also a neat freak who cleans his apartment regularly to his own House Cleaning Mix CD. Last night was his last night out in Bangkok. Besides the rest of his devious crew, the nightlife scene is definitely going to miss him.

After Bed Supperclub we didn't wanna end it just yet. It was Leigh's last night after all and was also my last night of freedom for the rest of the year so why shouldn't we make the most of it? Even if it meant going home at 5AM.

We hit a nearby Brit pub for a few tanks of beer. Not for me. Just being around these guys make me feel all high and drunk already there's no need to add the fuel to the fire. We know how that went down the ice bucket last time.

At the pub there were only me, Gabe, Matt, and Leigh left. Tom disappeared to help out a drunken friend and Bua went up against the Reaper when she decided to try to drive home after a glass of whiskey and margarita. She's still alive if you're curious. Daniel and his friend Paul were there for a while arguing with Gabe over the rights to their nationalities.

The latter part of last night was the most fun. It was just four of us talking nonsense to each other. What I can recall from all the gibberish we discussed last night the topic that stood out the most is the topic of Jack Bauer from 24. Gabe and Leigh are crazy about the show while me and Matt were trying to break the Bauer Bond with our support for Lost but failed badly when Matt finally caved in and started going all Jack Bauer on me.

Two packs of cigs and two tanks of beer gone right before my eyes next thing I knew they all started slurring. Matt though looked fairly sober started pretending to be me on the phone with Bua. Leigh couldn't stop calling me Katty and had problems putting sentence together. Gabe, guess he missed Tom so much he kept calling Leigh Tom and was still pretty much determined to justify his American-ity. Where was I? Sitting there, being their personal bartender for the night giving them lights refilling the glasses. But it was all fun to see you guys get drunk.

It was actually the first time I had a real conversation with these guys. Last night I laid it all down on the table about my life when I wasn't even drunk. I think you guys now know about me much more than most of my friends. I felt like I can trust you guys or maybe because subconsciously I knew that you probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning.

Then we ran out of beer and cigs at 4:30AM. Leigh drunkenly planned it all out for the rest of the morning that we would all go back to my house to prove how hi-so I am and if they couldn't crash at my place, they would take a cab home from there. Yeah that's clever. Go to the other side of the city and then take taxi to the other end. That's real snapfuck. Leigh was worried that I might still be drunk and if I died in a car accident it would be all their fault and he didn't wanna carry the guilt back to Australia with him. So we played along. We hopped into my Kitty mobile, drove 100 meters, and told Leigh that the building construction site was my house so he and the rest could finally get a cab home. He bought it. Drunken people are fun to fool.

When I was driving off I looked in my rear view mirror to see how they were doing and they were all scattered around in the middle of the soi road, hobbling aimlessly like zombies. I felt bad for driving away so I kept checking up on them. If Matt could manage to text me saying "We're too drunk" I think they were OK.

Like Leigh said, if he can still remember, I really wish we all could have met earlier. But I'm glad I came in just in time to get to know you Leigh. You are a great friend, your cleaning habit freaks me out a bit but it's all good. You work selflessly to help people, even when you said you didn't want to you did it anyway like that condom gig you had to do at the airport approaching pedophiles about the risks of HIV. I would never do that. Heck I wouldn't even be allowed to work in the field you do with all my selfish acts against the world. You once told me that working for other people like this is just a way to help make you feel less guilty about living in this selfish world but guess what? I think it's you and people like you that make the world a wee bit more selfless. I can never be like you, working towards making the world a better place. Having a chance to get to know someone who does that is just beyond wonderful.

Damn it who am I going to talk to online at work now that you're gone? Who's going to rule the Kwai now that the master has stepped down? Who else is going to be daring enough to make Bua his Bangkok Tour Guide? Who's going to rock Club Pros with The O.C. California theme for me? Who's going to be here preaching Jay-Z gospels? Au Bon Pain Bangkok is going to lose one big Wasabi Bagel spender.

Melbourne is really lucky to have you back. Come back soon okie Leigh? It's going to be real snapfuck without you!