Around 10pm, we started watching Braveheart on DVD. But about two and a half hours into the movie, the pirated DVD we'd bought totally shit the bed and wouldn't play the last 45 minutes or so of the movie which was total BULLSHIT. Hahah. We didn't really feel like going out so we bought one of these "make your own BUCKET" kits at a local store and hung out on the porch and got our buzz on together.
...buckets so that we could do a little pre-gaming on the porch again and see if we wanted to head out again for another big night! Here's me getting my bucket on and playing with another kitty we'd made friends with.
For those of you that have never been to Thailand, the party drink of choice where ever foreigners congregate in-country is THE BUCKET. Here's an overview of how they make THE BUCKET from another entry from the first time I visited Thailand:
How They Make THE BUCKET:
Take a plastic beach pail with a little ice in it, then dump in two bottles of Red Bull (and keep in mind, this is the original Thai version of Red Bull that feels like it actually has amphetamines in it), a can of Coke, and an entire pint of Thai whiskey. They they throw in 7 or 8 straws in the hopes that you'll share it with strangers and not die drinking the entire thing by yourself. Any where you go on the beach, someone has a bucket and they're only too happy to share it with you. Cost per bucket? $3. Ooof.
We went up to the bar to get a bucket, and to my horror we discovered that the bar was offering a TWO BUCKETS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE special! Doh! I told the bartender that we only wanted one and she was like "Well, you're gonna get TWO! Give it away if you don't want it!"
That sounded like sensible advice to me, but Meredith wasn't having any of it. She was like "Let's EACH drink a bucket! WOOOOOO!" Here's her getting started while I show my reservations about solo-bucket-consumption. Ooof.
After dinner, I had to go to an international calling center and call the founder of Yodle to talk about a potential job opportunity. (I ended up turning down the job a couple of days later, but six months later after the company had grown a bit, I ended up taking it and started there in April of 2008 as their Director of Product Management. Woot!).
Anyway, while I was away on this call, Jeremy took Meredith out for a couple of buckets (he doesn't drink) and when I met back up with them they'd decided that they were taking me to...
I keed, I keeeeeeed. A few buckets later, and we're all chilling like JoDeCi. (By the way, did anyone else notice that at this point I've already pussed out and stopped drinking the buckets in favor of a beer? Hahaha. Hey, call me whatever. Those buckets are for crazy people! They make you pass out on the beach!).
So now I should probably talk about the drink known only as "THE BUCKET." This is pretty much the only thing that people drink at party spots in Thailand. They take a plastic beach pail with a little ice in it, then dump in two bottles of Red Bull (and keep in mind, this is the original Thai version of Red Bull that feels like it actually has amphetamines in it), a can of Coke, and an entire pint of Thai whiskey. They they throw in 7 or 8 straws in the hopes that you'll share it with strangers and not die drinking the entire thing by yourself. Any where you go on the beach, someone has a bucket and they're only too happy to share it with you. Cost per bucket? $3. Ooof.
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