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.