Friday I was coerced into going to the country home of my Thai friend, Koy and her family. Usually it’s more boring than watching paint dry but there was some type of festival on Saturday. First, truckloads of costumed and non costumed people arrived with truckloads of speakers. Then the noise began, noise because there were at least two songs being played at the same time at a painful to the ears volume. Then costumed dancers started dancing down the village street, first the older, 30ish girls then they got younger and younger till they were children. Then a large group of women with paired short swords and men carrying bare bamboo poles. I was encouraged by a dozen people to join this group and dance down the street, my face was smeared with baby powder and I finally got up and joined them. I avoided the women and the swords as I have had an allergic reaction to swords in the past and I joined the men with the poles. I danced a few blocks but not knowing what was happening at the end of the parade I danced off to the side and avoided finding out, coulda been ritual sex, coulda been castration, I’m not familiar with Thai customs and don’t want to marry a toothless dancer either. I met the priminister of the provence, pretty girl. and got a free popsicle from some candidate for something and received two marriage proposals from pleasant, middle aged girls.
Earlier in the day as I was walking to the corner store(which is someone’s house with a few items for sale)I saw a calf being butchered, it was a group effort and everyone was leaving with a chunk of this or a strip of that, and sure enough our house got a bloody plastic bag of mixed parts and it was our lunch. As we left the village for Nong Khai we passed where the slaughter had taken place, I could see no trace of what had happened in that vacant lot, life goes on………~baba