Songkran is the Thai new year celebration, the party of all parties that lasts from a few days to a week or more each year when the locals devote themselves to doing what they do best: having fun. The farang who’ve decided to call Thailand home celebrate the holiday by doing what they do best too: bitch, moan, and act like the wet blanket that they are. Hard to believe that anyone could find fault with a country-wide party that looks like a big wet T-shirt contest, but I guess every party has its pooper, and Thailand’s sexpats make sure there is no shortage of sour pusses to help put a dampener on the festivities.

The holiday’s tradition of sprinkling water over the hand or head of loved ones (to wash away all the bad luck from the previous year – which shouldn’t be mistaken for the Loy Krathong holiday when you set a candle-lit float sailing down the river to wash away all the bad luck from the previous year) has transformed into today’s water fight royale, replete with super-soakers and 30 gallon trash cans filled with water. You’ll have as much luck with trying to stay dry during Songkran as you would in finding a bar boy who lubs you. But then staying dry is not the point of the celebration, doing your damnedest to get everyone else thoroughly wet is. Unless you are a sexpat. Who all act like they’re related to the Wicked Witch of the West. Huh. So that’s where L. Frank Baum got that idea.

Those who are positive that the universe has it out for them scurry about preparing for the holiday by buying special water-proof pouches to keep their valuables safe. Because no one has ever heard of a zip-lock bag. Others choose the avoidance route by barricading themselves in their homes. Fleeing the city, or the entire country, is a popular avoidance technique too. Of course if avoidance is your thing, you could just stay clear of the Songkran hot spots, like Khaosan Road and these upper end of Silom in Bangkok, but sanook for the disgruntled means acting as though no where is safe. Their fear of having fun is palatable so they spend Songkran wetting their pants at the idea they might get wet.

Meanwhile the streets are filled with hot, drenched hunks, every contour of their bodies lovingly highlighted by sodden clothing clinging to every bulge, an eye-candy extravaganza. The town is filled with available men just looking to party. And to get laid. What’s not to like?

A always, Songkran gives me an excuse to post eye candy of some hot, wet hunks. Hope you enjoy them and the Songkran holiday too.

Happy New Year!

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