Retirees and Smoking Yogis

This trip was perfectly timed for my recent malaise - I think that I'm coming to some conclusions about why I've become sorta (ahem) whiny, and I'm excited to make some change when I get home. Nothing too exciting, mind you, but I figure if I don't spell it out you'll be more rapt.

I keep writing about the people we've been meeting - last night was a gay Malaysian friend of the bride's. He has a high English accent 'cause he learned English in the UK. He's got a house on Bali which almost brought me to my knees. Incredible. He had a bunch of us honkies to dinner at his house, and had a staff of Balinese serving us and catering to our every whim. I can't believe people live like this. Beyond the opulence, he was amazingly interesting - he owns a gallery in Kuala Lumpur and is the sole Asian distributor of one of my mom's favorite artists. Our other tablemates were a hilarious Mexican woman yoga teacher ("I do yoga so I can drink and smoke with no guilt") who now lives in Java, and an Indonesian woman who just retired from Price Waterhouse Coopers, and is going to law school for fun. She works in Parliament for fun, too. She was also hilarious, making us all blow rice from our noses.