Ring Rust and Old Masters
One realised as soon as 1Ball arrived that the embarassing episodes of the first night would be laid bare in the usual amusing fashion by the erstwhile scribe - our veritable Boswell (aka Giotto).
Therefore having escaped the misfortune of the first night by the skin of one's teeth one was determined to avoid another worse fate - knowing that the VP would be arriving in order to monitor progress.
So having had breakfast and Pops persuading said long legged beauty to accompany him to the Grand Palace for some temple watching. My own recommendation was to foray to the nearest photoshop get the photos done there superimpose the images and return to the Sports Bar as fast as possible in order to be in prime position for early booking.
Alas the Senior Member was having none of this so I was required to visit the temple. Now under such circumstances the best thing to do is request some divine intervention. This was being done by a very contrite Pops who then announced that he had some Buddhist music in the home country - perhaps this explains his ability to hit early home runs.
In the meantime Junior had relinked with an old flame from Van Gogh - who is now out of the game and was the subject of a very old post on Old Masters and a trip down the Soi with Giotto. To cut a long story short she agreed to lunch - and it appeared that the gods were shining favourably on the ring rusty.
Now the amusing part was not how long it took her to disrobe - room 115 you are a wonderful scene for these activities - memories also of the Duck in the same room and another long legged Linda ! But the phone calls she received in the room.
1. Before disrobing - "yes darling i will see you soon - but please dont take another girlfriend - that would make me so sad"
2. After the session when she admitted that the next day her regular financier was appearing and she had spent the morning preparing his flat !! He called not once but thrice to inform her he was leaving the house - had checked in and was boarding. Needless to say I must thank the airports in Europe as took the opportunity to have another bite at the cherry in between him checking in and boarding. These security checks are truly a blessing when you are tasting the fruits.
"Yes darling the flat is already and the sheets are nice and clean. Please dont make me cry when I think of you in the plane for 12 hours. But I will be waiting and and be ready - its so long since I had sex - I cannot wait for you"
Amazing - all said with a straight face and whilst lying stark naked in 115 with the Rusty Bestard trying hard to concentrate on not making another foray into the bush !
But does it end with the recovery - well almost. As one had some unfinished business in the Sports Bar. One cannot allow the challenge of being outsmarted to last for long.
So post a long dinner with Mr G and Mrs G - well the least i could do after that faux pas is buy the lady dinner. We retired to the bar - not before Pops had already disappeared down the road with the long legged wonder. He is thinking of the export market already however advised him that it was far more fun to return to the Lodge as then he would not upset the 70 year old girlfriend in the home country.
There espying Miss J being busy with another customer and determined not to fail twice as soon as said customer paid the bill - coast clear and within 5 mnutes - "can i bar fine you yes - no my girlfriend has left - (amazing how observant they are ! - perhaps should tell Mr G that all girls should leave the vicinity in the afternoon in order that we can enjoy others before returning to the bar in the evening.) We were off to the bed once more.
So all in all from the disaster stakes to 3 in 24 hours one hopes that this non-too shabby performance allows one to show that the rust was only superficial and having recovered from the comment from
Mrs G:- "your father is a real man - he knows what he wants and doesnt waste time" - ouch
Mr G - "are we going to Nana Carpark today or chasing wild buffalos on heat"
1Ball - "your father is impressive - pity you are not a chip off the old block but then again he is English" !!
Now the tale would end there but for the fact that Senior upon finding that the long legged wonder had the "red flag" did not surrender the initiative.
He was left alone for an hour in the lodge and promptly disappeared only to reappear at checking out time with a slow gait and a broad grin mentioning he had had a massage in the Soi.
What was not released information was that he had enjoyed the "Green Tea" massage and as he put it "she was a lovely little creature especially when bouncing up and down naked".
Truly a Bestard !!
Yet another post from the Lodge
Finally! I have a day of relative quiet to reminisce over the events of the last week and a half. With all the ISG here, it has certainly been busy. Giotto has threatened dire consequences if I do not post. He is such a nagging bestard. I don't know how/why his girlfriends put up with him. Next he will demand that I go clean the dungeon with my tongue or something.
I won’t preface this too much other than to say that for this trip to the LoS, I was able to bring along a friend to act as wingman. No, not female. I know better than to bring sand to the beach. Mostly I wanted a 2nd set of eyes to watch my back and play interference with other girls while I maneuvered to make the hit on my girl of choice. Plus, it’s damn nice to have someone along who speaks decent English.
As mentioned earlier, we arrived a little over a week and a half ago. Customs wasn’t too bad. Maybe a 15-20 min wait. After being cleared, we went outside to catch a ride. We ignored the touts promising special deals for 600 THB and got in line at the curb to get a metered cab. For us, the cab ride from the old airport to Livingstones cost about 340 THB, including tolls and a small tip.
Although we arrived around 1AM, the staff was nice enough restart the grill and prepare a nice dinner with some refreshments. It was a nice touch, and much appreciated.
The Card Key system is a great idea, but bit tricky to work. The doors do not have a picture showing the correct way to insert the card. Even after figuring out the correct facing (backside faced UP), the card needs to be held fully inserted for a moment or two for it unlock the door. A quick swipe in and out, as you would at a gas/petrol station does not work. Also, for whatever reason, when I asked for a statement of my current expenses at the lodge my key card deactivated and I had to go back downstairs to get it re-enabled. During my stay here, I witnessed three other customers with similar key card issues.
The staff is to be commended on its responsiveness. They usually have my room cleaned and linens changed within an hour of my leaving the room, no matter what the time I leave. They are thorough too. Case in point. This is a tropical climate, so seeing a few bugs is to be expected. My first evening at Livingstones, I spotted a dead cockroach in a far corner under the sink. As a test, I left it there to see if the room service people would do anything. The next morning after I came back from breakfast, I was happy to see it was gone and everything thoroughly cleaned. Perhaps the only negative I can think of about room service is that while clean, the linens do not always smell the freshest.
The first few nights here were devoted mainly to training my wingman with basic punter’s survival skills. The 2nd floor of Nana and the parking lot outside were excellent for helping him develop his ladyboy sense. Frequent visits to Soi Cowboy helped his language skills. Not everyone understands from the start that, “You hansum man” really means “I think you make a great ATM machine” or that “You have good heart” means “You are tipping too much”.
Having a buddy along to chat with is definitely a plus. It’s good to be able to compare notes and observations. Between us, we’ve begun using pet names for Giotto’s girls like “Ink Girl”, “Rock Star”, “Lips”, “Tomboy”, “Pool Shark”, and “Cover Girl”. Because we know the girls understand more English than they let on, we have reverted to using Pig Latin and the phonetic alphabet to speak privately while in their company. We also mix in infrequently used words and curse words to further confuse them and amuse ourselves.
Things have not worked out exactly as I planned. We have not gone to as many different places as I would like. Mainly, because my wingman seems to have gotten himself besotted with one of the bargirls, "Lips" from Giotto’s place. He has bar fined her for several nights in a row and all he wants to do is to go out dining with her and shoot pool at Giotto’s place. I have been trying to get him to sample fruits from other places, but he seems content with the girl he has. Perhaps I am being cynical, but I have concerns about my wingman. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
BTW, Tansak and 1Ball, it was nice meeting you two and I hope we cross paths again in the future.
One further parting note for those that might be interested. During our carousing, we discovered one of the girls that used to work at Livingstones, Ms F*, now works at Swan 5 Coyote, down around Nana. If you go there, be watchful of the ladyboy dancer. “She” is lighter skinned and taller than most of the other girls. Also on the skinny side with straight black hair down past the shoulders.
can't get enough of the place
flights are all sorted and i'm back to the lodge for one night just before new years.
as always, looking forward to it.
