London was awesome. On Saturday afternoon, we met with the guys from torrentfreak.com: they were both cool and we talked about some of the interesting happenings in that niche. Trying to find them at the Witherspoons on Oxford street was interesting (the peeps in London should appreciate how silly a meeting spot that is: the biggest chain of bars on the biggest street.) We got out of the subway and asked “are all these people here for the fat boy slim concert 3 stops away?”

Response from a random: “No, they’re all here for the gay pride parade.” And sure enough, there we were standing in between floats of rainbows, bare chests and designer jeans.

Later on at the fat boy slim concert, my yellow jacket was the same color as the security guards, which in British translates to “Free back stage passes”. Line of the night was probably from Fatboy Slim’s Mother-in-law “So how do you know Norman?”

Me: “oh, he’s a friend of a friend.”

Aren’t we all?

Monday I had an 8 hour layover in Munich before getting a flight to Bangkok. Since Marcus is in Vegas, I decided to call a girl I met there to take me to lunch while I was in Munich. After arranging a meeting point, it turned out that I was standing at the wrong entrance to the train station. Not seeing me, she decided to call to see where I was. The only problem is the only number she had for me was Marcus’s. It was 1:15 pm Munich Time when she called . . . which is like 4:15 am Vegas time.

I didn’t hear the conversation, but she said he sounded pretty pissed. Sorry Marcus.

Now I’m in Bangkok. This city is absolutely nuts. I’m not sure what I’m doing for the next week, but I’m going to be at the Full Moon Party at Koh Phangan on the 19th.