bangkokbitch packing bags

But first, what about the weekend? It was not gay. In fact I dont quite know what to write about it. On Saturday, I had to take care of my babies. No, bangkokbitch doesnt have some secret kids from some earlier straight (sexual) adventures. My plants are my babies. Well even though I have a lovely apartment with a gorgeous view, I dont want to be the only living organism in my place (except the cheeses in the fridge:) I have six plants. They like to sit right next to each other on the ground on a japanese bamboo mat. It looks wonderful. But since I am going away for two weeks, my babies needed rescue. My best friend the moralist, formerly known as bamboo diva promptly offered himself as a temporary mum and dad for my babies. He already thinks that they like him more than me by the way. I think we are going to have a catfight over them when I am back again.

Anyway, then I dropped off my babies at the moralist's place and we looked at street fashion pictures online. Inspiring. I wonder how long we have to wait until we can see the results of these inspirations in my wardrobe. Then, for some reason we both felt really down and just went for a walk, which was a great great great thing to do. We disocovered a new lovely, romantic and exciting place not too far from the moralist's house. God bless Bangkok, there might just be something interesting around every corner here. Then, a man from the Northeast of Thailand offered me to eat with him. That was very cute. The night ended with me drinking LEO beer and getting terribly bloated by it.

Today, I had to attend some business at 9am. Yes on a sunday. Then I went for a haircut at my favourite Siam Square place. They always give you the full service. Someone washes your hair nicely, someone else cuts it thoroughly, someone again washes and dries it extensively, followed by the not-too-short styling session. Thais love procedures. In the second washing and drying part, I had the tall hot guy serving me. He's quite tall and skinny. He looks really handsome from far away and from close-up he's a very shy countryside boy (esp when he smiles...teeth!!!) I breathed heavily but silently when he was drying my hair. I dont know but I couldnt stop watching him in the mirror. Being Thai, he noticed it and played along - who knows why. Oh, he saw me and my friends outside already before we reached the hair salon and acknowledged me (it's my 4th time there). But that doesnt mean anything.

That's not my hairdresser - but I would like him to be...

Now I am getting ready for my trip. On Tuesday, bangkokbitch will leave the homegrounds to attack another country where it's normally not quite so warm as here. Lets call it bushland (yes I know it sounds bland but there are more bushes there than here in bangkok...) I shall still update you from my adventures - even though they will be less numerous than here.

By the way: tomorrow second dinner date with yoka boy. I want to see him before I go away!