Thailand, anyone?

OK, I have a new plan.

Not that there really was an old plan, but this new one has me all excited and such, much in the same way that sitting on a new piece of furniture for the first time is exciting, or how opening a new board game and punching out all the little pieces is exciting. It's new!

The new plan is this: I'm going to Thailand. That is not up for debate. The issue is this:
I don't really want to be travelling in Thailand alone. I'm way too pretty. So here is the purpose of this post:
Is anyone willing to take some time off away from Canada at any point between now and, say, late July to head with me to the Valley of the Thai?

I'm not expecting clamorous response, so, in an effort to sway some of you who are on the how-much-do-I-love-Patrick fence, here is what sold me:
They have these three wheeled little vehicles that are like a cross between a cab and a rickshaw. Motorized. Called tuktuks. They never end up where you want them to end up, and they take you to all sorts of places like tailors or jewelry stores because these places essentially pay them to do so. How cool would it be to take an afternoon and just get mad at some Thai cabby?
Also, apparently for less than I am now paying for a dorm, you can get a double room, en suite, with the whole buffet breakfast, room service etc. Also, food is dirt cheap, as is all the stuff they sell at markets. Life is much cheaper there. So for those of you who don't think you have the money, or aren't sure, let me assure you, the flight will be, by far, the largest expense.
They have festivals and such all the time to worship their King. Apparently those are cool. And you can go rafting on little rivers and ride on elephants and come on.... who doesn't want to say they've been to Bangkok?

I feel that you all should be greatly considering this.

Shannon, I don't know the details of your trip, but if you do hit Thailand, please let me know when and for how long.

If no one wants to go with me I am going to have to go with my Dad :P.
Kidding. But I think he wants to see how I'm living in Australia and do some of that with me etc.
If I don't get responses, expect some Patrick-spam in your inboxes, you scared little can't-leave-my-Mommy-at-home chumps.

Come out here and live!

To drop the sales pitch, Anne left me alone yesterday, but that could be because I was working with Kieran, the other chef. He's a great chef, could make a delicious meal out of belly button lint and lemon juice, as long as he had parsley to garnish. But when there are five or six bills to make at once, he freezes up. He's been there for three weeks, and it was my third shift, but I was waiting for him the whole rush. So when it comes to being able to cook fast under pressure, thank you Red Robin, I still got it. Hopefully she notices when I'm on alone tonight. Sunday, which is apparently the busiest night. Scary? Yes. But, really, I think I should be fine. I hope she lets me be, but I'm not getting my hopes up. Although I am excited to see my pay envelope on Tuesday. I hope maybe it has hundreds in it. I haven't had more than a fifty here, damn bank machines.

Still waiting on David for the apartment. Will call him tomorrow for updates. Trying not to smother him with questions. Oh, and I have a hostel until Christmas Day. Which is, you know, five days more than I had, but also, I can just see myself wandering through St Kilda on Christmas with a huge backpack on, headed to a couch to crash on. I might have to work, which, I know, might depress some of you, but the spirit really isn't as strong here. Also, I am stressed and it is sunny, so it doesn't feel like Christmas. But it's ok, I will be fine. I just need to find someone to see Casino Royale with me.

But seriously. Thailand. Come on.

Don't leave me hanging.

-P