Thursday, September 11, 2008

Meg and Veronica

Veronica works at North Gate, one of the few jazz clubs in Chiang Mai. Last Thursday I biked all the way around the moat to see if she and Meg were there.

I arrived soaked in sweat. They were beatiful, as always.

Veronica served potato chips and mixed us drinks with cheap Thai rum.

By 11:30, I was ready to go home.

They were still going strong.

In the morning, my organs felt too big for my body. This is how I know I'm getting older: I need a full day to recover from two hours of drinking.

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