Songkran Day Three, Your Water Bill

Blue tank top, white shorts, soaked through, water gun in hand. Day three of Songkran and I am still standing. The street is chaos in the best way. Buckets, hoses, people dancing, music everywhere.

My makeup is long gone. My hair is wet. I have not stopped laughing in an hour. This is the kind of mess I like.

The outfit was cheap on purpose, because I knew it was getting destroyed tonight. I will need new clothes before the week is over. That is just how this festival works.

Cover the replacement wardrobe. I will make sure the soaked photos keep coming.