After the exhausting day doing touristy things we went to the local pub with the plan to have a few quiet drinks. Paul noticed the locals all seemed to be drinking "Sangsom" - a Thai whisky - and decided to order a small bottle for 150 baht to try it out. Much to our surprise, when mixed with Sprite, it tasted distinctly like Southo. I can say with certainty that this was the beginning of the end for me, and the plan for a few quiet drinks soon turned into a massive bender.
After about 5 minutes the small bottle was consumed, and so another was purchased. And after about another 5 minutes, that one was finished. Pooling together our brain power, we worked out it was better value to buy a 750 mL bottle of Sangsom for 350 baht - so we did. With the Sangsom to sprite ratio being about 7:3, the large bottle didn't last very long either. And so another was purchased.
Blai and I were the only real blokes drinking hard, and by this stage as you could imagine I was starting to feel the effects. Shortly after, I apparently began complaining of loss of vision, overheating and swaying back and forth on the spot. I was in dire need of a sponge-bath and with no-one able to provide I decided to go to the toilet and soak my head under the tap (apparently).
It it now a part of Fox Folklore that when I begin complaining of loss of vision, overheating, inability to walk and swaying back and forth on the spot, one should prepare themselves for a spontaneous spew. And true to form I obliged my good mates by doing just that. I was promptly escorted home by Sao, who took much delight in photographing me spewing while walking home. His laughter triggered me to start laughing and then I had to deal with a laugh/spew combo. It doesn't sound funny but it was actually pretty funny.
The following pictures capture the events of the night and best document my fall from grace.
When the boys arrived home later that evening, they took much delight in tormenting my lifeless body. According to Sim I spewed at some stage in the middle of the night (and possibly had ass-fire), although I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations.
At this stage of the trip there was a running joke that Blai was pregnant with an Ass Baby, as he had been unable to pass since taking a pre-emptive strike of 3 immodium tablets on the Grand Palace day. This was indeed a rookie error on behalf of Blai, and resulted in him being the butt of many Ass Baby jokes. Thankfully, I was not alone in dying a thousand deaths as Blai upon returning to his room unleashed an ultra-spew in the bathroom sink, which in the words of Paul "must have contained an entire days food and probably had the effect of reverting his ass-baby back to an earlier trimester".
