Pulp Reality

It's party season in Thailand. The rice harvest is over and it's time to celebrate. 

In Thailand you may not have a rich Jewish friend to throw an awesome Bar Mitzvah party, but don't worry your friends' parents will take out a high interest loan to throw their son the best Ngan Buat, monk ordination party, you've ever been to. It will be loud and there will be delicious food, trashy entertainment, and dancing. 

Thai music all sounds polyphonic. It's blasted form low-quality speakers and it's horrible, but I dance anyway. If I momentarily stop, people yell something in Thai that I'm sure that means, "Dance monkey, dance." They can't get enough of their pet farang's moves.

They're blasting enough decibels
to make my other ear go deaf, but
 this guy taking a nap.

But I have a secret for being best dancer in Sukhothai. There's no such thing as a cliche here. No one in Thailand has seen the "Shopping Cart" or the "Swim." Even the "Twist" is a fun new new move. As far as they know, I'm totally original (and very talented). 

This leaves it open for me to perform the whole dance from Pulp Fiction without anyone calling out my hackneyed-ass. And perform it I do- at every wedding, ordination, and ceremony I go to. I'm a sensation, all thanks to Travolta's adding a dance scene to a post-modern crime film. Thanks John and Uma!