Tuesday, February 12, 2008
It was time to pull out my musty swimming trunks last Sunday for a pool party courtesy of a BKK-based Filipina who I knew through D during a picnic last December. L, PJ, and I found ourselves on the 10th-floor pool area of the apartment of our host and in the company of a number of artists, retirees, and entrepreneurs. A bit of kebab and chips, together with a good selection of alcohol (and they had San Miguel Beer!!!), was all it took to get the party in motion. (We arrived there at 3 pm and left at half past midnight!) We dipped in the pool (damn, I realized how much I miss swimming) for an hour or so. With plenty of cameras going around, what else is there to do but camwhore?