you kick along the southeast Asia traveler circuit, you
hear talk of "the Friends restaurant."
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,
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.
truly terrible part is, I got sucked in. Exactly twice,
I smacked out on opium and watched Ross and Rachel get back