(The shoes, resting at the edge of the rooftop bar "Distil." As a former parachutist, I was tempted to BASE jump.)
We had been forewarned. Last time Strong Enough to Carry Me came here, his female friends (who were wearing elegant leather flats) weren’t allowed off the elevator; they were turned away at the door. True to tradition, last night when we got to the 64th floor of the Bangkok's State Tower, the second highest building in Thailand, the tuxedo-ed bouncer glared at our shoes with hawk eyes. For women, it seems anything goes: you can wear short shorts, bear your breasts, and show all the leg you want, but you must wear heels. And, from what I saw last night, the higher the heel, the better. For gentlemen, on the other hand, no short shorts are allowed. No sleeveless t-shirts (come ON, Bangkok! We gals need to see some skin, too!) and no thongs [thank god!.... but how do they KNOW? :-) ].
The evening started out with Looks Good Scruffy, Long Beach,
Bluest Eyes, Strong Enough to Carry Me, and I sharing a city taxi to Eat Me! Art Restaurant. Trendy and intimate (thus the name, methinks), the restaurant is known for it’s fantastic cuisine, androgynous waiters, and collection of paintings on the walls of androgynous human figures with breasts sprouting from their foreheads, shoulder, and knees.
Then it was off the State Tower. Nothing could have prepared us for the breathtaking view we saw as we descended onto the Sky Bar; we felt as if we were walking straight off of an airplane into thin air. The moon was full, the air was clear, the wind blew our hair around, and it was quite romantic.
Bluest Eyes and I, fresh out of Y. with its suffocating social scene of about five single western men in town (who we know too well to even WANT to date), were ogling and gawking at the fine collection of attractive men sipping drinks with the Bangkok city lights twinkling below. We had to admit (though we noted the absence of our pilots and their rockets) it felt great to be single in Bangkok. This bar is definitely a place where Carrie Bradshaw, Samantha Jones, Miranda, and Charlotte would frequent. God knows they have the shoes. Plus, if New York is the sexiest city of the West, then Bangkok has got to be the sexiest city of Southeast Asia.
Strong Enough To Carry Me ordered me a blue Sky Bar drink (the beginning of the end), and Long Beach ordered us all martinis – down and dirty- at Distil, the lounge adjacent to the Sky Bar. We closed the place down.
Personally, I think that this is just the beginning of Looks Good Scruffy’s world travels. What pure pleasure it was to spend the evening with a fellow American on his first adventure into life outside of the U.S. of A. He reminds me of another friend who has never left his country. Sometime next month, I hope to meet Dancing Shoes here in Bangkok and take him to a real cinema, and maybe (just maybe…) buy him a blue Sky Bar drink in honor of another city, another country.
It’s full moon all over the world tonight. I think of the Taos Pirate Sisters at their solstice gathering, and how I wish I could have been with them. I think of how the moon must hang low over Pennsylvania corn fields. I think of how all over the world, Plymouth MSUers are packing for their trip to the UK. I think of how over in Y, the Full Moon is a Buddhist holiday. I’m thinking of a birthday other than mine that was celebrated this weekend, of how white doves were released in her honor at the golden temple, and how anyone wearing a shirt with an image of this icon was asked to remove it or else go to jail. I’m thinking of how she must be feeling, having lived six decades. I wonder how she copes, if she will ever be free, and most of all, I wonder how her hope is holding up.