Not had a 'First Night' for a while now but remember the ones of the past.
I remember arriving in jeans and a sweatshirt and the great feeling of slipping on a slinky thong, a pair of flip-flops and a splash of Paco Rabanne.
The first Singha/Tiger/Lao/Chang out of the hotel minibar always slips down well.
Getting out of the shower and being as wet after five minutes of setting off to the Mai Thai Bar to say hello to anyone who is there.
Pushing my eyes back in their sockets and remembering to pop to the chemist for some 'deep heat' twisted neck remedy for looking at all the girlies.
Trying not to have that 'next' beer or shot because you've spied the 'stunner' across the soi and 'little head' is telling you........."It's her!"
Having that 'next' beer and another one, and another one, then a shot, then another 'next' beer and maybe a shot..........or three.
Waking up, hopefully at the right hotel, never mind the right room! The little sweetie you spied across the soi, pops her arm around you and snuggles and spoons into you and flicks long black hair from her lips with a flourescent orange finger nail (That was last night! 5555555) as she murmurs a little "mmmmmmmmmmmmm *Denpah, you velly hansum Maaaaaan Etc".
*You can insert your name there.
You've a mouth like a Turkish Wrestlers Jockstrap and busting for a pee, but hey! Life is good, it's the first full day of your holiday, you're here, it's real, it's started.
It's not even light yet outside, plenty of time for some fun and then all the hard decisions start, like what time to have breakfast? Get dressed and go for some or have it delivered? mmmmmm Hard work!
Time for a leisurly snoozette, wrap your arms around her, pull her to you and remember that all your clothes, wallet, flip-flops are probably at the bottom of the hotel pool it was 35 Degrees outside last night, you decided to have a swim on the way back to your room!
Enjoy!