If I am not greedy I don’t have to complain about plane food, because death is far from imminent even without eating on a three-hour flight, but I am greedy so let me just say my macaroni and cheese from this morning is on the running for the most disappointing macaroni and cheese this side of the planet. It is not macaroni or cheesy enough. Worst of all, I am stabbing it minus the boy. I miss him.
I arrived in Bangkok earlier for a solo relaxing trip, which I am obviously failing at because whatever I did today I know it will be infinitely better if the boy is beside me. Oh well. Maybe I just have to try harder.
My activities today aren’t spectacular but I did enjoy the chicken fried rice I had for lunch and was amused by the movie Southpaw I saw after. I don’t have a photo of my meal because I ate it all up before a snapshot occurred to me. This is really my favorite Thai dish. Every time I’m here I crave it. Suck on that, pad thai. But I managed to take photos of the crazy art in the restaurant. The boy thought them whimsical, too.
As for the movie, it is on its first day of showing at Terminal 21. The story is predictable and mediocre at best, but the technical aspect, the training and fighting, I enjoyed. I appreciate that it focused on movement, control, and defense, not just power and aggression.
The opening scene with the hand wraps I particularly liked but my favorite shot is when Jake practiced weaving in the ring. With his black hoodie and fluidity of movement all I saw is the boy on the big screen. Have I mentioned I miss him?