So our first night in Chang Mai was nothing less than an adventure full of women, friends, clubs, lady boys, alchahol, dancing, and of course insanity. The next day I'm sitting around with ma and she remembers a place she frequents around town called the Hug Bar. The owner is an amazing guitar player named Aey. Ma wanted me to meet him, and I was set up to go there and jam the next day, we decide to pop in and say hi before I am to go play with him. We pop in, and within minutes he hands me a microphone and I'm up Beatboxing, with about 5 people staring at me like they've never seen it before. I've only met a couple of people out here who have heard of beat boxing. Aey unwillingly drags morgan to the preformance area and hands him a bass guitar. We hang out for a little while and decide to come back on friday when there's going to be more people there.

The next day is friday so after another day of avoiding the heat, recording a song, and fuckin around, we head to the Hug Bar. A couple of the people that were there last night came back, and a bunch of new faces. A great 80's jazz pianist who helps run the bar shows up and plays his set, Aey plays, then gets me and morgan up to jam. Aey can't resist and starts his own version of beat boxing. Thanks to the thai language, he's got more dexterity on some of his sounds after two days than I developed over 8 years, bastard. We jam for a while, the different musicians rotating, and the styles all over the place. Midnight comes around and he has to shut down before the police show up or anyone around complains, so we buy an extra bottle of Sang Som and head back to Sandy's room for the after party.

About an hour into the after party the Queen of Chang Mai calls. She's at bubble and not happy. She wants us to come there, even though she was supposed to show up at the Hug earlier and didn't. She decides to come over. Now she doesn't smoke weed, but one of the first things out of her mouth is "I want a joint" She barely even said hello. Within seconds she starts laying into ma, you don't love me, why didn't you call me, none of you guys love me, etc... Ma's looking at me as if to say "DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!!!!!" Im like ok, as I sit back and begin to watch the sherades going on in front of me. After a few minutes the queen is dancing, bouncing off the walls, and our regular conversation starts again. Next thing I know, she's sleeping on the bed behind me, and my friends take this perfect opportunity to cut out. They've had enough of the display of seasons, and just want to get home. I hang around fearing the backlash from ma if I leave her alone with the emotional monsoon that fell into our lap. The whole time, from ma, I'm getting a recurring theme, every time the queen starts to cry, she looks at us and says, "see what you guys leave behind?" Well pretty soon she's tired of hanging off ma, I guess she wasn't getting what she wanted, because I was a perfectly acceptable substitute. Me and ma had a sparatic coherent conversation, only interupted by the queens sobbing between sleep and gittyness. Shortly before the sun came up, she decides she should go home, mabye she could sleep now, I don't know but she gets up to leave, and I ask her for a ride home. We hop into her nice car and I begin to tell her where I live, but all I get in return is a blank stare, not supprising since I barely know where I live. I resolve myself to pointing. So were in this car, navigating dark windy alleyways a few inches wider than her car, and the only directions I can give is to point as soon as I see the turn. Somehow we made it back to the guest house. A kiss good night, and she's off, and I'm asleep.

I don't know if it's the attention I've been getting from the Queen of Chang Mai or if I've been travelling to long, but I decide it's time to take myself and my friend to the lady bars to go flirt with some women that aren't going to get me in trouble. Me, my friend and ma head down to the strip and pop our heads into a bar based on the angelic choir out front beckoning us to enter. The choir was a little decietfull, and inside it's just the three of us. Ma's getting ready to go to bed, and I notice a girl behind the counter, who blows me a kiss, then for some unexplained reason, ducks behind the counter and hides. I didn't realize ma was staring right at her. I walk over to the bar to find her ducked down looking slightly embarrased. I bring her back to the table to meet my ma and my brother(all friends change relation to you depending on the night). Ma takes off and I use the excuse to leave that I have to walk her home, even though we walked opposite directions from the bar, me and my friend wanted to check out another bar. We walk around and settle at a gogo bar. My friends loving watching the women on stage dancing, but I'm getting a little bored, cause you don't really talk to the woman here unless your taking them home. We head back to the lucky bar for some more harmless flirting. The way the lady bar's work is that the bar hires a bunch of beautifull girls to bring you into the bar. You can then flirt with them, talk to them, and they get you to buy them a bunch of drinks. The lady drinks cost more than your drinks, and are very watered down, so the profit for the bar is much greater. You are basically paying the bar to talk to their girls. You can also pay a bar find usually between 300-500 baht($7-12) and take the girl home with you. You have to agree on the price for the rest with the girl (usually about 1000 baht($25)).

I walk past all the closed lady bars wondering if my friend is still in one, then decide I'll probably find him, I'm just going to take the long way home. As I go to turn up the street back to the GH I look the other way and there he is playing hacky sack with a homeless Thai guy, and a guy from Germany. We hang out for a couple of minutes and go in search of some food. At this point, almost 5 in the morning, the only food we find is at the bus station/ temple grounds where a bunch of Thai's are standing around buying BB-Q and Sticky rice...My favorite snack. I make my way into the mass of blabbering family's some of which are staring intently at me, and stick a couple sticks on the grill. I know at least the numbers, so if the lady doesn't speak english, I can still figure out how much and pay, but at least two or three other people around just start helping me out, bagging my food and helping me pay. I'm sure I looked a little dumbfounded, but it was from the night I had, and not from ordering the food. We eat and pass out.

I've heard about the sunday market, and I know I'm going to have to fight my way through it to get to the Hug to go jam again. I relax the afternoon, and get my laptop studio ready to go record the set tonight. I head into the sunday market, and it's just what I heard. They close off this massive street, about a mile long and people set up all kinds of trinkets, clothes, instruments, souveniers, odd's and ends, and anything you could imagine. About 2000 vendors in all. Street musicians and beggers litter the middle of the street, and the herd of people all slowly moving bumping and bouncing off each other. I find myself another Khaen and payed only 500 Baht for it. This one's bigger, has a few more notes (including a B) but I still highly dought it's in tune with any other instrument (I found out later, to my surprise, it's close enough to work). I make my way to the Hug Bar and settle down. People start showing up slowly, I set up the laptop and start recording. The set morph's throughout the entire night with different people coming up and playing, and lasts for about 3 hours till it's closing time.

Shortly after ma heads off to Bangkok to meet a friend and we decide we're going to go to pai, and take a mountain bike trip and all this stuff. What'd we do? Nothing. I really like Chang Mai, and don't feel the need to do anything anymore. I'm looking into living here for a little bit and taking a thai course so I can speak the language. But first...Macau.