This is a part of 'going back and re-filling unwritten journals' project, the real writing is happening 8ish months after the date as a part of 'project 100'.
From their hotel TD and bhinaju came to mamaghar, all dressed like a married hady with garlands and jewellery on, and it was strange. They went to Pashupatinath, all the way inside and met with the head panda.
Morning bhat was with five veggies and dal, m had gone all out with the celebrations! We chilled there all day long, and celebrated TM's birthday in the early evening, with a cake and snacks.
Took a taxiride to Yala Cafe and Coffee shop, I'll write a review on it later (to be posted to May maybe), but it's such a reasonably priced place! There we were all 15 of us, Td's friends and cousins, celebrating the end of all the official ceremonies, and the beginning of their marital life. I was responsible for cleaning up the seeds and branches from the weed, a task I took extra seriously, spending hours and hours on it. Eventually we toked the fruits of my labor, and fun was had by all.
We were at Yala until 11 ish, possibly a little after, I found one of td's friends funny and charming but acted like a silly fool. On our walk from Yala to Sam's bar, where we had to head since this place was shutting, she invited me to her town and promised to show me around but I said...fucking way...no. TD ended up paying half, possibly a third of what she was expecting to pay, she found it shockingly affordable and cool.
The Sam's bar situation was not great, there wasn't much space, the table was long and difficult to converse through, and everybody was tired and sleepy, not least because of the tokes we had been constantly toking up, including at the rooftop of the bar. In the end, we headed out early as it was insanely tiring and nobody could take it anymore. Apparently the gang stayed in for a couple more hours, but not much longer.
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