Thoughts on Wedding Receptions
Any reasonable person would think it barely off-color to collapse a marriage. It would not be the 1st time leering eyes would be cast on me as I casually pressed my way up to the buffet table. Some folk may not know what the word “crash” means in the 1st sentence. For people who’ve been sheltered from enormous community centers / bowling alleys for the period of your lives I will understand.
Especially no bowling alley that doubles as a reception hall. The name eludes me just about as much as the talent wanted to play the game.
If you are still reading this you may wonder how do you get “wiped out” from a massage. Are not these things meant to be relaxing? Yep and no. For only 30,000 Kip or $3 US an hour massage from a talented therapist appears like a large amount. That is if sometime in that hour you don’t burst all of the blood vessels in your face from wincing so hard. If my consultant had not been blind I’m reasonably certain she’d have thought she was slaughtering me.
I’d have felt like a puss so I broke out the yoga respiring and prayed not to fall prey to hyperventilation. There did not seem to be any lights, tuk tuk drivers or essentially folks in site. There had been a clear trail of music being generated from outside the cement building horizon.
