Sitting in bed in our lavish Bangkok hotel room, typing away. It's been 5 days since we left Mtn View (a bit confusing due to time difference). Today we dictate our own schedule, which I am looking forward to.
Chris was in an awful, awful mood until Wednesday afternoon.
Tuesday morning, Chris went to the sauna in our hotel. Upon his return, we were all getting ready for going out into the city.
John: Were there any hotties in the sauna?
Chris: (mumbling slightly) It was a male-only sauna, and I was the only one there. So there was one hottie.
John: What? I couldn't hear you.
Chris: (mumbling) I was there, so there was one hottie.
Chris: I was the only hottie.
Chris: I was the only ---
me: Okay, okay! You think you're a hottie! We get it!
Later, we're all in the ferry terminal, waiting to ride the ferry from Kowloon across to Central Hong Kong.
John: We should get some female interns. It'll be like Monika Lewinsky.
me: Oh no!
Chris: [stalks off without a word]
We catch up to him.
me: What's going on?
Chris: I feel like it's National Hypocrisy Month. Like, this morning you got after me for saying that I'm hot, but you're saying all the time, 'Oh, my abs look great today.' or 'my hair' And it's not okay for John to want female interns, but it's okay for you to hang out with Mark Cook and Todor and Peter?
John: I'm going to get some candy. [runs off]
We discuss, Chris calms down. But he's still angry. He refused to sit with us on the ferry, and on the bus ride to see the Giant Buddha. He doesn't smile, doesn't make any jokes.
Wednesday morning, we're sitting in a noodle shop. Chris says nothing and eats nothing.
John: I'm actually a CIA agent. I saw this movie about a guy who ran game shows, but he was also in the CIA, and he would take the winners on these trips where he was actually hitting targets.
John: So I'm a CIA agent. I have a mark in Bangkok, and in Bangalore. I just gotta find one for Hong Kong.
Chris: You can do me.
Chris: You can kill me.
John and I look at each other and raise our eyebrows. I put my hand on Chris's shoulder and squeeze it. He reaches up and lightly lifts my hand off of him.
We split up after that. When we reunite 2 hours later, Chris is mysteriously in a much better mood. The mood has lasted through our day in Bangkok.