 Thursday,
December 4, 1997
 Madame woke up early this morning.
She didn’t appear to be very happy, though, for some
reason. She kept going in the bathroom and drinking
bottles and bottles of water and eating these little
round things called “Advil.” They didn’t
look very good to me, but then none of the food that
humans eat look appetizing to me.
Madame and I just went out on the
veranda and looked down on the big pool of blue water
called a "swimming pool." We saw four of
Madame’s friends gliding gracefully across the pool
waving at us and doing a sort of underwater ballet. They
told Madame later that it was quite a refreshing
experience. Madame was skeptical. She much preferred to
soak in that large bowl full of bubbles with a washcloth
on her forehead. I took a little nap on a towel while she
did that.
Madame met up with her friends and
walked around the streets of Bangkok shopping and
drinking cokes for quite some time. She bought some
beautiful dresses from a very nice woman who knew her
friends. They see her every  year
when they visit Bangkok.
After shopping, everyone went back
to the hotel and drank Bloody Marys. For some reason
Madame asked for a Virgin Mary instead, mumbling
something about her head not feeling too well yet. We all
went over to a place next to the hotel which Alf referred
to as “The Best Chinese Restaurant in the
World.” And judging from the smiles on
everyone’s face while they ate, I suspect that they
all agreed. They ate and ate and ate and ate.
Madame’s head kept falling in her
plate, though. Comments were made about it perhaps being
time for Madame to take a little nap.
After looking at the little
Buddhist shrine outside the restaurant for a while,
Madame went upstairs and laid down on her bed. The next
thing she knew, the floor butler was ringing her bell and
the sky was completely dark. Madame was confused. She sat
on her veranda for a while wondering what day it was
until Annie came by and invited her to the patio.
The patio at
the Oriental Hotel is relaxing and beautiful, especially
in the evening. The river is quiet, the sweet smell of
the flowers surrounds you and the landscape is outlined
by little white lights. Madame had a  Singapore
Sling, whatever that is.
After relaxing
on the patio, Madame joined her friends in one of the
rooms for mountains and mountains of food. When Madame
got back to her room she called her home to say
“good morning” to Bucky who was getting ready
to go to school for the day. That makes no sense to me
because it's bedtime, but then, little does in this
world. After packing her suitcases, Madame went to bed
and slept very restlessly.
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