Cheese is good

Last night we ended up at an apartment where a party was being held. The attendees were mainly UNESCO workers stationed in Bangkok. My classmate Pedro knew a friend of the person holding the party.

The theme of the party was among many things a wine and cheese party. In my corner of the world these kinds of parties aren't terribly exciting because cheese and wine is a fact of life in the Bay Area. However, after being in Thailand for three weeks, my compatriots and I have been in dairy withdrawl mode. The idea of cheese is an enticing one indeed, especially the idea of many types of European cheese delicacies. It was worth the taxi ride across town.

We got there and all our dreams were fulfilled. Chilled platters holding wedges of glorious Danish, French, American and Swiss cheese, along with grapes, salami, and olives, all in magnificent abundance (although they started to melt on the platter within several minutes). The wine was the only thing left wanting - we had to settle for Sutter Home cabernet - but it was still a nice treat. When I get home I am going to eat some cambazola with some proper shiraz or pinot.

We have a work session planned for 17:00 tonight to map out our scenario analysis. At that time our Thai colleagues are suppposed to show up at our dorm. Us Americans are putting down bets about how many of them will actually show up. I am guessing half will show.

Until later.