Pattaya Parties

Overpriced and Underlayed: There was a time, about a decade ago, before the spread of the mobile phone and the rise of Internet cafes and the advent of email, when the dancing damsels of Fun Town were prepared to ‘work the room’ in an effort to not only obtain money from libations but would be prepared to offer their mattress dancing skills for a sensible remuneration. Of course there were always the so-called superstars who considered their baby-making factory was lined with gold and smelt like an orchid farm and consequently refused to depart their den of employ for anything less than the average Gross National Product of a minor African nation.

Seguel forward to the current high season and I am constantly being amazed by the amounts of the folding stuff people are prepared to part with in order to gain some misguided bragging right of saying they ‘shagged’ the best-looking chrome pole hugger in a particular den. Perhaps, more to the point, it’s how often they are willing to continue handing over enough wedge to choke an elephant to the same damsel in the misguided belief they are somehow also opening a path to what may pass for a heart in the vast majority of these mattress actresses.

I have no problem with many of the dens putting up their bar fines during the silly season to 1,000 baht or more. After all, they make their real money from selling booze, not from selling little shaven or partially-bushed felines. An empty den of dancers means an empty den of imbibers.

I don’t know what amazes me more, the amounts being demanded by the over-inflated egos of the shufflers or the willingness of so many sex-starved customers to part with so much moolah once their small head takes control of their brain. And it’s not the old farts who are necessarily coughing up the large amounts, most in excess of 3,000 baht for an evening of organ reciting, many of the younger visitors (aged between 20 and 30) seem to be so desperate to be seen parading about with a good sort on their arms they’re prepared to pay through the nose for the dubious privilege.

Of course, as I’ve always said, the job of the mattress actresses is to extract as much money as they possibly can from as many walking wallets in the shortest time possible for the least amount of effort. Good luck to them. If there are males out there who really think handing over large amounts of legal tender (in comparison to the real cost of living in Thailand, not Mayfair, London) to nubile young rice farmers daughters this will somehow endear themselves to the recipients then they’re living in a parallel universe to the real world.

Obsessed About Noise: It seems as if the latest in what appears to be a trend in opening packed-lunch-in-a-dress dens, this one called Obsessions (Pattayaland Soi 2), is upsetting the neighbours. Located in the Penthouse sleeping palace and next door to the Kittens gogo, the music coming out of the place is allegedly at a decibel level designed to send punters inside the place deaf, while making normal conversation in the open-air joints across the soi increasingly difficult. I received a complaint about the alleged noise from long-time Fun Town resident Terry, the operator of the popular Shamrock beer boozer and noshery, which is located diagonally opposite Obsessions. Terry claims repeated requests to turn the volume down to acceptable levels fall on deaf ears. Perhaps this is no surprise, they are probably asking long-term employees of the said den who are now reduced to lip reading. He also claims Thai staff physically assaulted more than one of Terry’s customers who have taken the trouble to go across and ask for the din to be declined. From all accounts both Obsessions and Kittens are not well patronised and so the staff from these venues have plenty of time on their idle hands.

A Place to Get Wasted: In the interests of promoting healthy livers and responsible drinking I shouldn’t really mention this, but the Taboo gogo (Soi 16, off Walking Street) has what they call sambuca Sundays and then follow-up with tequila Tuesdays. You’ve been warned.

Expanding the Waistline: A couple of months ago the ever-thinking management of the Heaven Above gogo (Soi Diamond) gave the interior of the den a few tweaks at the edges by pushing the wet bar back through a side wall and also made a separate booth for the DJ at the rear. This increased their seating capacity by about 10-15 percent, a major plus for the bar. On a recent chrome pole molesting inspection I have to say there was one lady of sullied virtue who, by any yardstick, rated a 10 out of 10, at least under UV lighting.


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Give Me Some Hot Stuff Baby This Evening: I don’t know if the word ‘sophistication’ and ‘Pattaya’ can realistically be used in the same sentence when referring to night (and afternoon, for that matter) entertainment venues employing damsels of easy virtue, but there really seems to be a sea-change shift in much of the newer places opening about Fun Town.

By no means would I call the Hotties Club, which officially opened its sliding doors for business with a big bash on Saturday night 1 December, ‘sophisticated’, but I would call it ‘fun’. The joint, another of the strangely-named coyote dance clubs, is situated at the back of the new beer boozer complex located almost opposite Mike Shopping Mall on Second Road. My understanding is the entire area has in fact been put together by the eponymous Mike.

It was standing room only as you can imagine at the opening, but I would think it will do quite well in the long run as its floor-to-ceiling windows allow punters to watch what’s going on in the beer boozers as well as the action in the air-conditioned den. The place is owned by the well-known Khun Lek, the operator of the long-running Classroom 2000 gogo and Honeypot shake-your-butt club in Soi 2. This is the furthest south Lek and her sister Khun Toy have ventured in their bar-operating career for some time, but they have a friendly foreign manager, a live band playing good older popular music, a DJ who also spins discs that would be familiar to most people, and, most importantly, plenty of ladies of nocturnal habits and professional acumen. Most are friendly and interact with the customers. Libations are reasonably priced with house liver wasters at 95 baht.

Going to the Devil and Back: It’s very hard to recommend a place you’ve only had a strictly business-style relationship with (no sniggering, it’s true, despite the rumours going around), but I think I’m fairly safe in suggesting the Hell Club in Soi LK Metro is well worth investing an hour-and-a-half of your precious time, especially if you are into trios and energetic activities involving mattresses, baby oil, rubber tools and the odd electrical appliance. I have two friends -this fact comes as a great shock to most people I might add- who have enjoyed the very hands-on facilities and activities offered by the ladies employed in the Hell Club and since the management offer a ‘satisfaction guaranteed or your money back’ deal then it really is worth a look. They also cater to the odd fetish or two, although if you’d like to have a lady play John Philip Sousa’s ‘Star and Stripes Forever’ on a mouth organ while dressed as an Argentine admiral you may have to come back another time. Just be aware if you do want to check out the lying-in facilities you’ve got to be well and truly ‘up for it’, as my Pommy mates say.

No More Kitty Litter: Lanky Bob, who first started propping up an end of an gogo bar way back in about 1995, sold his share in the Catz agogo(Soi 16, Covent Garden Complex) at the end of October to a young American investor. The Birmingham, England native may well have put his cue in the rack but when I asked him what his future plans might entail he said he certainly wouldn’t be doing anything for at least six months, although he has given up smoking. During the course of conversation he did use the words ‘gay’ and ‘bar’ in the same sentence, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t completely turned turtle and become an uphill gardener in his dotage.

Cheapest in Town? The New Living Dolls 1 gogo (Walking Street) can probably lay claim to the cheapest and longest (in terms of time per night) happy hours in Fun Town. The den kicks into life around 8:00PM and the happy hour offers libations from draught amber, house liver wasters and Thai rotgut for just 39 baht. I don’t know how they’re making any money at that price, with most other happy hours around town being more in the 45-55 baht range. The line-up of dancing damsels is a pretty good one compared to a lot of other places, although most are hard-core veterans in terms of time spent in the bar-finable trenches. They, like most chrome pole huggers who’ve spent a few months or even years honing their wallet-emptying skills can pick a potential ‘mark’ within four and a half seconds of the punter traversing the threshold.

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The worst lovers in the world are German men because they are too selfish in bed, a new survey reveals.

Second in the poll of 10,000 women in 50 countries were Swedish men, who are too quick.

Men from the Netherlands were third worst because they are too rough.

Americans (too dominant) were fourth, followed by Welsh men (too sentimental), Scots (too loud) and Turks (too sweaty). English men were tenth (too chubby). The women were quizzed on social networking site WAYN.com.

Spokesman Peter Ward said: ''Who would have thought Welshmen were better lovers than Swedes? But I would remind girls, it takes two to tango.''

Italian men were voted the best lovers followed by males from France, Ireland, South Africa, Australia, Spain, Denmark, New Zealand, Brazil and Canada.

- Bangkok Post

Wallet-Loads of Personality: Following on from my comment in the last column explaining why I concentrate more on writing about the dens of the gogo instead of beer bars, a reader sent an email claiming the U Too bar, situated opposite the Alcazar was re-packing-a-cut-lunch show club on Second Road, has a stunning collection of mattress actresses masquerading as serving wenches in straitened circumstances.

He also noted the manager was an extremely personable character. I offer this to other readers who may not have ventured into this establishment as a potential new watering hole of the bar-stool variety. The email simply reinforces my earlier point: there are well over 750 beer bars scattered the length and breadth of Fun Town, compared with 10 percent that number in ogling dens.

It is simply beyond the scope of this columnist to scour the sois and main drags of this oversized village and note ( A ) all the best outside places with stunning or attractive young ladies of dubious virtue and ( B ) become acquainted with every owner/manager of these same places.

I offered up a small number of beer bars whose owners and managers I know reasonably well as examples only, not as set-in-concrete recommendations at the exclusion of all others. When it comes to outdoor recreation establishments, I suggest readers find places in which they feel comfortable and recommend them to their friends and others.

The grapevine in Fun Town is faster than a speeding bullet so any new ‘hot’ place is soon on many peoples’ lips and will attract new customers faster than ants to a picnic.

Music to My Ears: What do the following gogos have in common: Tim, Tahitian Queen, Tahitian Queen II, Club Oasis, and Champion?

I know some people will say that in the case of at least three of the aforementioned it is the bog-standard quality of dancing damsels. I wouldn’t disagree, and yet despite that major negative, they all do extremely well as far as attracting regular customers. Others might suggest a cheap happy hour, and yet almost all the dens of Fun Town offer discounted libations at some point of the day or night.

All of the dens, apart from Club Oasis, have been operating in the Pattaya nightlife mill for more years than many of us care to remember. And there’s no doubt Club Oasis has already become one of the most popular dens in the city in the relatively short time it’s been open. The answer to the question I posed at the start of the paragraph is: good music.

The claim usually put forward by those too lazy to be bothered with actually doing something to improve their place is the gogo huggers can’t dance to anything other than car alarm. When you then look around the stage and point out that at least eight of the 10 or so so-called ‘dancers’ are merely shuffling to the car alarm currently being played anyway, it begs the question as to whether they'd be any worse if the lobotomised DJ was compelled to play some real music.

Let me stress that I would hate to see every den in Fun Town suddenly start playing the same 60s and 70s rock and roll. It’s bad enough sitting near an outside beer bar when the band in the next place decides to do its version of ‘Smoke on the Water’ or ‘Gorky Park’. I know, for example, if I want to hear a raft of tunes from the Bat Out of Hell album by Meatloaf all I need do is make sure I’m sitting in Tim ogling den at around 10:30PM on most nights. I’ve said it before, the music is great in Tim’s but I do think it’s about time the management spent a couple of hundred baht and purchased a few more DVDs to add a little variety to the soundtrack.

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Pattaya is set to 'burst' online with Live Cam Streams being sent around the world.

A new venture is being developed at www.pattaya-live.com. Here businesses can have webcams installed by Pattaya Live that will beam live images from their venue onto the the Pattaya Live Forum.

This is a fantastic idea and something that I can't believe hasn't been thought of before. Many of the popular bars throughout Pattaya are being approached, in addition a certain amout of interest has been shown by Pattaya Go-Go establishments.

Whilst the cams obviously cannot be used to display 'nakedness', discreet siting of the cams will ensure that visitors can still see much of the 'fun'.

It's free to register, why not call over there now?

www.pattaya-live.com

I’ve been asked, more than once, and usually by beer bar owners, why I tend to concentrate most of my reports on gogos to the detriment of the vast multitude of outside bar beers. The answer is fairly simple. First and foremost, the majority of bar beers are ‘personality’ places, that is, the owners depend on attracting and keeping regular customers by being in the joint on most nights and doing the meeting and greeting.

Given that there are around 900 bar beers across the length and breadth of Fun Town, and there are probably owners who come from about 30 countries, it stands to reason that boozers who have the Swedish flag hung from the rafters are probably hoping to attract Scandinavians rather than Germans and English; those with an English flag (the Cross of St George, not the Union Jack) are probably declaring their place as ‘off-limits’ to Germans and lost Japanese.

The owners and managers of these places may well be personable types and their boozers worthy of a libation or two on a regular basis, but language and cultural barriers mean the majority of their customer base centres around natives from their neck of the worldly woods.

My own feeling is most people reading this regular missive are primarily interested in the search for Miss Yai Bonkalot and her willing ensemble of damsels of loose morals rather than a beer boozer run by a garrulous German or a spirit-imbibing Finn with deep pockets and a wallet-load of personality.

This brings me to the second point regarding bar beers: the talent on display. Even the most one-eyed beer boozer owner will admit that while he can get plenty of older women of dubious virtue to man the beer pumps for a monthly salary and fixed working hours, the attractive younger brigade (that is, between 18 and 23-24 years old) prefer to front up if and when they feel like it. OK, so the booze bar owner saves on a salary.

The unwitting customer who spotted Miss Young and Stunningly Right for A Night while he was sat nursing an alcoholic refreshment at the beer boozer across the way the previous evening and decided to ‘play it cool’ by waiting 24-hours before pledging his troth (no, I don’t know what the f*ck that means either, but I read it somewhere once –in a Mills and Boon romance novel- and always wanted to use it in a column about ladies of the night),misses out because the apple of his small eye has decided she’d rather ply her freelance activities at a different beer boozer.

In other words, the good sort you spot at a beer boozer on Monday night at 9:00PM might not be there on Tuesday night at 7:00PM or any other hour of the evening on that night. It’s a fair bet that if the damsel you fancy is sitting on the outside of the boozer then she’s a freelancer rather than a salaried employee.

The best boozers have a combination of really personable owners (eg, Atlantic in Soi 3, Coral Reef, Best and Cherry in Soi 8, Lek in Soi 7, the Kennel in the lane between Pattayaland Soi 1 and 2, and, of course, the Boxing Roo on Third Road come to mind), reasonable prices for the ‘water that makes you legless’ (eg, Eagle in Soi 7 and Sailor in Soi 8), and can usually accrue and maintain a few attractive ladies prepared to spend an evening or two helping to reduce the bank balance of a walking wallet or ten.

I think the value for most people in frequenting bar beers is to build up a circuit of places where they are welcomed and become known to the owners or long-term staff and where they feel comfortable. What then happens is you become a regular and will spend a few nights a week or a month having a couple of thirst-quenchers while ogling what talent might just have taken up warming a bar stool for the evening.

Yes, many of the ladies dispensing alcohol and honing their Connect-4 skills at an outside establishment are worthy of getting to know in a more intimate fashion, but if I were to spend just a week wandering 20 or 30 of these places making copious notes about the numbers and locations of the best quality, by the time my social study has made it into print, probably three-quarters of the breeding stock will have moved to greener pastures or been locked into a long-term contract dispensing sexual favours for monetary recompense and readers will bombard me with irate missives demanding I have my eyes examined for the onset of glaucoma.

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Pattaya does have more than its fair share of live music venues. Live Bands play in many bars, cafe's, restaurants and clubs. We decided to take a tour of three of the 'best' on or near Walking Street.

The three we chose are "The Climax Bar" on Walking Street, "The Blues Factory" on Soi Lucky Star and "Lam Morrisons Rock Club" in the Soi Marine Plaza.

First off we called into "The Climax Bar". Being right beneath the huge "Polo Entertainment Venue", "The Climax Bar" is pretty hard to miss as you stroll along Walking Street. Though it looks pretty small from the outside, it is 'tardis-like' once you enter, with the band set up to the right and the best seating to the left.

Further back into the bar though, there are pool tables and extra seating ...... though sadly with no view of the stage area.

The club is well air-conditioned and the seating is comfortable. We sat immediately facing the stage as from certain other positions, the view is effected by pillars.

Drinks prices are very good, with Gin & Tonic being only 85 baht.

The band was in full flow as we took our seats and giving a 'steller' performance of "stairway to heaven". This was the 'full' version and I can honestly say that it was played to perfection. This being one of the classic songs from my teenage years, many was the times I listened to this song on 'repeat' through headphones in my bedroom ...... I know what it sounds like ...... the Climax Bands version was extremely accurate, but with just the right amount of 'flair' being shown by the 'lead guitarist', 'Peit'.



'Toy', Bass Guitar and Vocals.



Whilst we could quite happily stayed at "The Climax Bar" , we really did want to visit The Blues Factory and "Lam Morrisons Rock Club" in order to get a good comparison of the three.

We finished our drinks and left a 100 baht tip for the band on the way out. Money well spent.

Only a short walk away on Soi Lucky Star we find "The Blues Factory" which shares an entrance with the infamous JP Bar. However, since the JP Bar doesn't really get going till around 4 or 5am access to "The Blues Factory" is unrescrited.

Entering into "The Blues Factory" you access a dimly lit and very 'moody' area. The Stage is the centre of attention, as it should be and all seats have a very good view of it.

We sat in the only free area, on the left hand side of the stage. Friday nights is apparently Ladies Night and the place was pretty busy with a mixture of Farang couples and escorted Farangs.

At the time we entered though, the seemed to be in the middle of a 'raffle' of sorts. Everytime you buy a drink you are given a 'ticket' and during the natural 'breaks', numbers are called out and the 'winners' receive cuddly toys and other 'rewards'.

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A Fresh Perspective: Recently a good friend of mine visited Pattaya for the first time and over the 10 days of his trip we spent plenty of time exploring the bars of the city, as well as sampling just a few of the wide variety of restaurants. What follows is based around his comments and thoughts and I think they are worth noting from someone who was not only fresh off the plane and completely new to Pattaya, but has a long-running background in the entertainment industry back in Australia.

After arriving in the early evening we went out for a quick and easy feed: partaking of the 99-baht fish-and-chips in Neeroys restaurant (Soi Chaiyapoon). Towards the end of his time here, and having quickly sorted out the relative value of prices in various boozers and munching dens, he told me, “That was a good place for the price we paid.” We later had the standard fish-and-chips dinner in Palmers nosh house (Pattayaland Soi 2) for 150 baht and it was excellent, once again proving great value for the price.

His eyes grew as wide as an owl on ecstasy as we wandered down Walking Street looking at sights and listening to sounds that surely are unique to Pattaya. The very first gogo we went into- which I won’t name because it happened to be short of what I believe will be its normal complement of chrome pole huggers and was having teething problems- proved a disappointment in his eyes. After all the hype he’d heard and read about the gogos of Pattaya and Bangkok he later told me he was decidedly unimpressed and wondered what all the fuss was about. A comment he made within a couple of minutes sitting in the den was one I’m pretty sure everyone has heard before: “Why don’t the girls actually dance and smile at the customers? They all look really bored and unhappy.” As someone else has remarked, the so-called coyote dancing dens employ damsels who move about the way chrome pole huggers used to in the early days of the gogo. As he noted, “If they smiled and inter-acted with the customers I’m sure they’d do really well.” Welcome to the dens of Thailand. We later travelled to Bangkok and visited the Rainbow II gogo in Nana Plaza and once more he noted how most of the dancers looked as if a smile would break their face.

We then went into the What’s Up agogo den of rubber and soap-suds (Soi 15) and he was blown away by the variety and quality of the entertainment. Perhaps that should read ‘bashed’ away as we sat next to the stage of women with rubber utensils and a couple of these seem to delight in using their faux phallic symbols to ‘assault’ customers. I’m sure this part of the den is hugely popular with British public school teachers and ex-pupils, civil servants, politicians and the odd retired vicar. “This is the place by which all the others will be judged as far as I’m concerned,” my friend said. By the time he left, after being disappointed by Nana Plaza and Sukhumvit Soi 4, it was the vibrancy of the dancers and the variety of the entertainment in What’s Up that stayed in his mind.
The Casino Club head-bangers auditorium (Soi Diamond) held a midnight dance contest on Sunday 9 September and my mate was among the judging panel. There were 23 dancers representing Casino Club and eight other contestants from Bangkok. The very first dancer, Khun Tooktah, from Casino Club was the most impressive and scored a deserved victory, collecting 3,000 baht. Two dancers, one of them from Bangkok, tied for second place with two other Bangkokians sharing in third prize money. Once again the energy and atmosphere within Casino Club combined to produce a very positive impression.

The Hell Club (Soi LK Metro) lived right up to its own publicity and reputation as a den of sensual pleasure. An hour and a half of playing hide-the-salami with a pair of supercharged mattress actresses left my friend as dry as the Gibson Desert. As he left he said he encountered a couple of potential customers who were still trying to decide whether they should, or shouldn’t, partake of the forbidden fruit inside. He said, “I told them they’d be mad not to try it.”

He enjoyed the Blues Factory (Soi Lucky Star) with its Filipina lead singer and band doing tunes such as ‘Proud Mary’ and ‘Simply the Best’. As a professional piano player/singer as well as running an entertainment agency, he said, “I’d had enough after about three-quarters of an hour. They were good, but 12-bar blues is 12-bar blues and there’s only so much you want to listen to.”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t impressed with the dancing of the coyote girls in the Secrets laid-back lounge (Soi 14). Admittedly, he was in the joint well after the witching hour and I’ve no doubt by then most of the short-shorts wrigglers were tired from their exertions and there weren’t many left to man the podiums.

The Beefeater restaurant in the little arcade running parallel to Soi Diana and the always-busy Cherry munching den (Third Road, opposite X-Zyte) were given high marks for the quality of their product and their overall value for money.

Down in Soi LK Metro, the Gorkle play palace proved to be pretty bland. While there were a reasonable number of chrome pole huggers cavorting about, it was the standard pressure to “buy me dlink” that really annoyed my friend. As we all know, this push to buy a damsel a drink applies to every place offering booze and ladies and he encountered it time and again during his stay.
We tried the Butcher’s Arms restaurant and pub (Soi Buakhow) for breakfast one morning and were satisfied with what it had to offer, but it was the Pattini café further down the road (opposite Soi 21) that was given the thumbs up for future breakfasts as the quality of its coffee ranks it among the best in Fun Town.

Finally, an old favourite haunt, the Boxing Roo beer boozer (Third Road, opposite Soi LK) played host to a couple of enjoyable parties. One of its key attractions, apart from two pool tables which are free for customers to use, is the boozer shows all the best of any sport. With the Rugby Union World Cup set down for decision

I’m happy to say my friend was impressed with our little sleaze-pit by the sea and will be returning, while he couldn’t care less if he ever sets foot in the Big Chilli again.

Who’s in Charge of the Asylum? Wandered into the long-running Paris gogo (Soi Diamond) on a lazy Saturday night recently and it was once more noticeable that when the whip-wielder (aka manager/owner) is away, the little creatures of the night will play…amongst themselves. That is unless there’s a walking wallet willing to empty his pockets of notes by way of buying lady drinks. The music was passable, but loud. There were about 25 dancers, which is not a bad total for a small den such as this, although the ever-widening girths of a number indicate the level they have reached on their path to affluence.

What’s becoming more clear as the years drift by and the number of dens of the chrome pole just keep on opening, is that no one place can now lay claim to having much more than a few truly physically attractive ladies of the shuffle. A place with 20-25 dancers, such as Paris or pretty much every other den in town barring about a dozen or so, might be able to suggest they have between three and five ‘good sorts’. Places with 40 or more girls, and especially the so-called show boozers, can legitimately claim they have 10 or maybe a few more.

He’s Back…Again: Khun Satit is one of Fun Town’s longest-running bar managers and operators and after spending some time running a fishing park, probably easier getting fish on a baited hook than attempting to get dancing damsels to do more than shuffle like shackled inmates at an old people’s home, he returned to Dracula-like hours in the Highway Star gogo (Beach Road, entrance to Walking Street). He then moved down to help out in the Sweetheart’s den on the main drag, but has more returned to Highway Star. The den now has a Jacuzzi –hardly unique these days- but desperately needs about 20 more damsels if it’s to look even remotely busy. Liver wasters are 110 baht after 10:00PM, which currently represents no value whatsoever considering the dearth of dancing talent. They have a 45-baht happy hour from 8:00PM and I would suggest that’s the time to wander in if you want to see what the place has to offer.

Hardly Wild or even Wet: One customer -a resident of Center Condo- two dancers and three sitting down, that was the sight I saw in the Wet N Wild gogo (South Pattaya Road) recently. I didn’t stay for a drink because I couldn’t see the point.When it opened as Blue Lagoon I thought it was pretty ordinary most of the time, but this looked absolutely desperate. The place is nicely appointed and probably has potential, but in these tough times I can’t see it doing very well.

Piece of Pith: Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.

Naughty Girls is just one of the many Go-Go establishments that I've never visited in Pattaya, that is until the other day.

A bar owner friend and I had been to Jomtien to visit a couple of newly opened bars, but we remembered that there was a party for the Manager of Naughty Girls that evening and decided to drop by Soi Diamond (just off Walking Street) to pass on our Birthday Greetings.

As soon as we took our seats in Naughty Girls i'm imediately set upon by a 'hyperactive' Go-Go girl and a sultry service girl / hostess. I'm happy with both.

My friend Adam, seems quite happy to keep to his own company as once again nothing really 'works' for him .... anyway, i'm good.

I'm chatting away, interviewing both candidates etc. When I realise that these two are quite happy to go together .. happy days. Unfortunately, it's only around 8:45pm and I'd prefer to go home to change and eat, then meet them back here.

I say that i'm happy to barfine them both, but i'm going to come back before 10pm and I don't want the 'hyperactive' go-go to have anymore drinks ...... if she's 'maow' i'm not going to barfine her.

No problems they say.

SSS / Eat, and i'm back at Naughty Girls for 9:45pm

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If you are looking for the ideal Private Party Venue during your stay in Pattaya City, then you could do much worse than select the Penthouse Hotel on Soi Pattayaland 13/2.

It's not 'cheap' by any means, but it truly does represent the 'Ultimate' in Room Party Facilities and Luxury.

A friend and I had some cause for celebration during his last visit to Pattaya, and decided on throwing a little party of our own. Knowing the town pretty well now, I must admit that I did actually struggle to come up with a hotel that offered suiable facilities.

We had decided on inviting six girls to share our party fun, together with one service girl to keep the drinks flowing. All the girls were from the FLB bar on Walking Street, they knew each other and they knew us. A successful night was pretty much guaranteed.

However, all we needed was the room. The Vault Hotel on Pratamnak Road was the first to come to mind. It does have three 'Penthouse' rooms available, all with Dancing Poles, spacious accomodation and even a 'bar' in the room .... problem was, only the one bed.

We thought of one of the 'luxury' hotels in town (of which their are many), the LK Metropole came to mind. They too have 'Penthouse' suites available, all of which are double bedroom units with large outside area and 'hot-tub'. Tempting, but taking two guys and seven girls through the large marbled foyer and past the other guests didn't seem 'right' ...... just too 'rock n roll' for me.

Then it struck me, The Penthouse Hotel in Soi Pattayaland!

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