Porta Pottie Brigade
Last weekend was a busy time in Lewisburg. It also had its unique moments. Aside from all the wonderful people who came by to welcome me back to the ChantanaThai food trailer, the Friday evening presence of Porta Pottie brigades of students carrying these modernized "outhouses" to various locations for the next day's parties was a hilarious sight. A new borough ordinance requires all parties of more than 75 people to rent a Porta Pottie for their social gatherings. Students who planned parties for Saturday were consequently offloading these cumbersome contraptions from pick-up trucks and carrying them to their intended final location. For better or for worse,heavy rains on Saturday forced many of the fraternities to swtich their gatherings to their offiial houses where modern plumbing is available. As the Frenh would say, "tant pis"....pun not intended.
He didn't murder me
In a book by Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl, an angry and jilted wife sets up an elaborate series of clues suggesting she has been murdered by her philandering husband and then she disappears, leaving him to be a candidate for murder charges. I won't tell you the ending because the movie version is due out soon.
A volatile political situation with two major revolutions in my country of Thailand during the past six months created problems I've written about in previous blogs. Now, I'm back in Lewisburg with my Thai food trailer and happy to be working again with so many friends.
I'll be at the trailer five days a week and have set up a delivery system for those who want anything from our menu brought to their dorm, fraternity/sorority, home or office. Just call and place the order and we'll have it to you usually within 20 minutes at the most.
In short, my husband, Karl,did not murder me and I'm not the permanently Gone Girl. Glad to be back! Chantana.