Frog Legs?

So after the football match, we hung out at the BLC office. About six staff members live on the premises, so we finished off the beer and cheap ($2) bottle of Thai rum. Well, more accurately, the guys drank and I took pictures of them being goofy.

It was all ordinary good fun until they broke out the fried frogs.

That's right, fried frogs. The whole critter, breaded and boiled in oil. Apparently it's a Burmese delicacy. So we ate frogs. While our bosses, like my supervisor U Myo (in the background) cheered us on.

These frogs tasted like chicken. Truly. And the bones are tiny, so you can just chew and swallow them.

I was all excited to see what would be served next. Rats? Moths? Roaches? Dog? Sadly, it was just more drinking and discussion about globalization and politics. But with drunk people fighting through a language barrier, that's still quite funny. Lots of exaggerated hand gestures. Lots of swearing.

Eric and Geoff tried to teach the Burmese guys American slang phrases like "cheddar," "like a champ, ""schizzle my nizzle" and "shooting the shit." They tried to teach us some phrases, none of which I remember.

U Myo got all emotional, saying I was his daughter, his neice, and he wished all his other law students were as smart as I was. (He teaches Evidence at the law school run by the BLC) Something to the effect of, "of all of them, I honor YOU." Awww. My first A*! I don't believe a word of it, but it was still sweet.

But still, good times. I'm gonna miss these guys terribly.