Was Bangkok Bad Boy on Patpong for Christmas Eve?

On Christmas Eve, I found myself in the Duke of Wellington Pub in Silom. Beer was consumed. Some bright spark decided that Sambuca would make a fine chaser.
Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.

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Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I opened my eyes in a strange bed, in a strange room, with a strange girl lying next to me.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Someone was banging on the door.
“Hello?”, I tried to say.
“Huuuuuuuurrrghhh”, I actually said.

“Twelve o’clock, you check out”, said a disembodied voice from the other side of a tatty door.
My mystery sleeping companion jumped up, and quickly started to dress.
I was already wearing one sock, which was a head start that I particularly appreciated in this state. I eventually found the other, and managed to dress.

I still had no idea where I was.
There was a window in the corner of the room. I pulled back the curtain, and peeped out.
I could see a litter-strewn street, and the sign for Safari bar. Which is in Patpong.
Evidently I’d fallen asleep in a short-time room. Or a long-time room, rather. I can report that The Madrid Suites, on Patpong 1, will let you stay all night for a fee.
I stumbled, squinting and wobbling, into the daylight. It hurt.

Bangkok Bad Boy

(lower painting by Ulf Malmgren)