Loki & Lolo & the pretty city lites

for as long as i have known her, loki has had a strong aversion to seatbelts. i find this to be a pretty telling characteristic. 

but i promise you she would have been wearing a seatbelt on this taxi ride. our driver, jolly and tooth-stained, chewing on beetle nuts and singing to korean girl-band pop was weaving through cars on narrow turns, driving in motorcycle lanes to get to the front of traffic, and speeding through stop signs at 180 kilometers per hour. i now know that flashing your brights at an intersection means ‘stop for me or kill us all.’ as we screamed and held on tight while our taxi screeched to avoid hitting traffic-law abiding vehicles, the driver just laughed at patted my chest to imitate a pounding heartbeat.

this was our ride back to the train station on the last day of our weekend beach vacation. we made it there 10 minutes before the last train left. it was a close call on many levels.

emerald green waves, powder white sand, midnight skies spotted with stars, a distant thumping of bass and the neon flashing lights of beachside clubs, and puppies. yes, puppies. what could make this evening in ko samet more flawless or surreal? it felt like a disney tv-movie, the six of us, all practically strangers, lying in sand that felt like flour, with wagging licking puppies crawling on top of our chests.

and all of this followed a sleepless halloween night of kung fu ninjas and every kind of alcohol imaginable, a 5 hour flight the next day for a visa run, then bartending in a broken down car on the party strip of bangkok, a bungalow sleepover with mosquitoes and spiders, and a night of man-hunting with a group of french gay men.

and this is why we have a blog.

11 pm in Taiwan but no closer to bedtime than back home— they don’t know bedtime here. Bars are open 24 hours. Stores don’t open until 4pm. There’s a little coffee shop around the corner from my house that I would go to every morning, but it doesn’t open until dinner. That being said, Loki and I still remain on exactly opposite sleeping schedules. When she wakes up at 3pm in the States I am going to bed at 6am here. Damn, I thought we’d be able to Skype more often.

———-> Loki

(?) Lolo

<3 us writing together.

Just in case we forget. hahaha, because lets be real, we come up with this shit a little faded.

You never really realize just how much stuff you have till, it’s time to move and go through it all. The whole reason why Lolo and I have started this, is so when she moves to Taiwan ( in 2 weeks) is so we could write about our adventures, her on one side of the world, myself on the other. Keeping up on it is the only task, however manageable. 

I will miss you Lolo, though look forward to our meeting up.

One fun thing that comes out of moving, is throwing old huge couches off the roof, watching them fall to there destruction. I only came over to visit, keep you company as you shifted through your belongings, make some coffee, yet got much more than I bargained for. 

Oh look, couch gone. let’s enjoy the sunshine

LOLO’s birthday.

A beautiful thing when you enter the year of a fourth a century.

It is to be your best yet. To later be topped, but something special all will remember.

it’s the time for adventure , the time for love. Time to remember all the real reasons your living of.

Happy birthday dear. I love you and would choose no other to stand beside me in chaos. Hold no fear, Shed no tear. What we bring is pleasant and pure. You hold no bad energy. e hold the cure. 

xo

boss #1 will never surprise you with his mood. you can tell by the outfit he wears, the depth of the bags underneath his eyes and the ratio of hair to grease that collects on his head whether or not he will be in a good mood.

boss #2 can’t be trusted by her appearance. her heart can be warm as your childhood blankey or colder than an ice cube and she will still be equally as presentable on the outside. boss #2 can only be read in her movement. 

the best days are when boss #1 looks freshly bathed and rested, and boss #2 moves mellow like a jellyfish.

but that wasn’t how it was today. the best way to get through days like today are to take cover.

We work in a big city, slum city, a whatever city. 

Korean hipsters are what I like to describe what we  work for

A family owned business, and family is always tightly nit.

You can go wrong, but when the right words are said, you can always go right. 

It’s funny being a white girl amoung mostly black people.

They never take me seriously until.. you piss me off.

Then this little white girl, will really tell you what the fuck is up!

We taught the black girl that, they just perfected it better.

Never mess with a sweet white girl, they are good with knives. 

We don’t fuck with guns…. those can be traced. 

—-> Dolores park in the sun. Spent most the day, lounging and selling cold beer and cupcakes to strange men in speedos. Why the park equals speedos, I have no idea. We made 100.00 off those cupcakes. Oh gay men sure do love their cupcakes. Where i work i start late and didn’t have to be at work till 6:30, but it was time to take that long trip across the bridge. Meh work. 

(?) I’m rolling too hard to write.