November 8, 2006


As you kick along the southeast Asia traveler circuit, you hear talk of "the Friends restaurant."

The truth, it turns out, is much worse. In Vang Vieng, no less than three neighboring restaurants play Friends on a continuous loop. Walk down those lovely dusty streets, chickens and children underfoot, and it's those fucking voices from three directions. The places are packed with cackling British girls, faggot Canadians and every other idiot you don't want to meet.

The truly terrible part is, I got sucked in. Exactly twice, I smacked out on opium and watched Ross and Rachel get back together.