I know I keep going on about food, but I'm always faascinated at how something so ordinary in oneplace seems so odd to to people from other places. We went to a birthday party last night and again, it was all about beer and food... with a little Henessey thrown in. The main diah is a broth full of vegetables and fresh herbs. On the table there was fish, noodles, more fresh herbs. While eating you pick up the various things and drop them in your soup. They're really into eating all sorts of fresh green strong tasting herbs in their soup.
So then Thang ordered some barbacued birds... I'm really not sure what they are in English, maybe pigeons. Well, it is a bit horrifying from an American's perspective to see that little blackened whole bird with long chopstick like legs and little claw feet arrive on a bed of greens. It's also surreal that no one at the table thinks it's at all odd but me. I agreed to try some if he would break me off a little piece. I couldn't look to closely at the bird as a whole. It tasted...like chicken. The cliche is true. Of course I didn't get to try the head, since Thang crunched it right down, so I'm in no position to give a full report. I also was a bit of a scaredy cat and passed on the little slad made of nuts, scallions, and rabbit blood. I'm sure it's very tasty, I'm just a bit handicapped by my culture. I'm trying to get over it.
On the drag front: I bought some amazing purses at amazing prices. I got a pink silk handbag covered in little pink tortoise-shell like squares of buffalo horn. It was $7. I'm getting some boy clothes made, but I can't get any drag without my damn corset and boobs which are sitting in Bangkok. Since Thang knows people directly we don't have to go through tailor shop middlemen, the prices are amazing. I'm getting some shirts made for like $4 each!
I must add that I LOVE being the exotic foreigner! I can hook up with guys here so much more easily than at home. Can you imagine what it's like for blondes!