AKA how I can tie this in to how I met @the-real-nick-hardy via One Night in Bangkok
This will all make sense at some point. For my ongoing visa issues requiring I get a new British Passport I don’t want I flew to Bangkok yesterday. The weed scene here is insane. Nothing but nothing less than 700 baht a gram, that’s $19USD, £15 or $29AUD. Bangkok tends to cheaper than Phuket on most things but the weed is def pricier here.
I bought a gram of Tropicanna Cherry, same as I paid 500 for last week (same grower for sure) less good nug. And a gram of Cereal Milk, probably RQS, they have a shop here and push it. The most accurately named strain ever. Like the milk left over from your Kellogs Corn Flakes – an Unami rich flavour, David Chang of the Momofuku restaurants in NY is a big fan of that flavour profile in his desserts.
They sell in pre packaged heat sealed baggies with serial numbers on. No shop allows smoking on the premises. Its like a real industry! They are preempting what real laws and controls might look like. Its awesome. We can do this as well. We want to be good members of the industry. Professional.
I was married once before. A South Afican woman. Catwalk lingerie model. FHM South Africa top 100 most beautiful women in the world. Lesbian parents when I met her, at their wedding in a proper church in Blauwberg in the northern suburbs of Cape Town I walked her biological Mum down the aisle and took two steps to the left and acted as best man to the other Mum. Not many people on the planet have done that I’d imagine?
Anyway her Mum flew out to London after we got engaged to meet me and my parent’s and my Dad booked dinner at the most convenient place for him, its was about a three minute walk from his office 😂 It was Real Nick’s restaurant. A month or two later I had my birthday there, my birthdays being where I pay for everyone in a place where no one can afford to buy shots of tequila or whatever to get me drunk which in your 20’s is what people try and do. He asked for a deposit. Told him fuck off. The wine those first few visits was always “Uitkyk” means “Lookout” or “Outlook” in Afrikaans. A Chardonnay. I subsequently upgraded to Cervaro, an Italian Chardonnay – very rare varietal in Italy, which Nick ripped me off on for years, he actually owes me three bottles of it.
Anyways fast forward 3 years or so and he’s with his wife in Cape Town where I am then living and we go to the wine farm that makes “Uitkyk” For old times sake. Its how we met, right? How cool?!
We are like school kids, telling this poe faced Afrikaaner woman how excited we are to be there. Its the wine where two really good mates met and bonded over!
We do the tasting menu, cost 200 Rand, less than $20 at the time wasn’t much. The Chardonnay is last up. She short poured us, old bottle, all 4 glasses different measures, she uttered not one word other than “Jah” my ex is Afrikaans. She also only got “Jah” apart from when she implored us to sign the visitors book.
We duly signed said book. Only @the-real-nick-hardy wrote “Never meet your heroes”
Epic. Last night was much like that. Now you must excuse me – lady trimmed 25kg of The Farmer’s weed last year just walked past us in the place we’re having lunch. Bangkok is a city of 11m plus people, more than New York. Weird as fuck!
Nick #tired-and-jaded
