(Amber was lamenting last weekend about how saddened she was by the recent dearth of iPhone pictures posted by me. So I promised to post one today. You are very welcome, Amber!)
My husband and I recently went out to dinner at a moderately popular pizza place in Songtan. The place has an “artisan pizza” vibe, with prices to match. I ordered the “rucola” pizza (mostly because I like arugula and correctly suspected “rucola” was a covert name) and “fresh squeezed lemonade.” When my drink arrived, I quickly realized that my lemonade was actually a cocktail of 7-UP and pure lemon juice. Thus, despite its beautiful lines and nice, fat straws, it was, sadly, undrinkable.

Fortunately, the pizza was much better.
Nice shot. No big water fights? In Thailand it is usually a wet celebration.
While Buddha isn’t my cup o’tea, I sure wish I could have the freedom of that hairdo!