Let the cymbals ring!

Oh my heavens.  I survived what was at the time a very painful experience.  In retrospect, it was hilarious, too bad I couldn't appreciate it as it happened.

It all started last night as I was practicing writing the names of fruit in thai with my host mom.  Innocent enough, right?  Then we progressed to practicing our song for the "Farwell Banquet" (the thank-you party for the host families tomorrow night).  We ran through it a few times, Mom and I, and then I decided that I would go to sleep- I was getting pretty tired.

No sooner did I start to stand up did my host dad come in with his guitar, sit down, and with a smile on his face, count off for another run through.  So we did it a few more times. Harmless really.  Then things got wild.

Paw left for a second and came back with finger cymbals and a tambourine.  Awesome.  We were quickly becoming a regular Thai VonTrapp family.  After nagging my host sister to play the tambourine, she finally agreed to half-participate by keeping her headphones on and playing her facebook 'cafe life' game while grimacing and keeping a beat on the tambo.  Great news is, Mom got to play the cymbals. But boy do they have an ear piercing pitch and she was sitting right next to me.

It's really too bad that I was not in the mood to appreciate the ridiculousness of this event, because it just kept getting better, but I just wanted to pass out.

We sang the song probs 6 more times, with variations on the cymbals and tambourine, even bringing in the cousin for some guest guitar playing.  I thought I was finally off the hook, but then Paw printed out the lyrics and chords to a new thai song.  Oy.

By this point, by brain was not functioning, and Paw was under the impression that I could read thai.  That's just false.  So I tried to follow along, and they made me repeat this one line over and over again, laughing every time I said it.  Holy moly. I was about to keel over.  Finally, I said I needed to go to sleep.
What a hoot of a night.