Saturday, September 27, 2008

day 10 (more) and day 11

so after managing to stay straight blitted all day, i decided to watch a movie .... one of the good ol' genre of "fucked up shit happens in deep space" .....



starring the homey james spader (who remembers when i was "the james spader of this rap shit"?) and angela basset of tina turner fame. i posted up with another bat and zoned out. right when it ended, one of my roommates asked me if i wanted to join them for dinner at a restaurant.

the crew was me, the two girls, one of their bfs, and the homey of the house. turns out we are going in cars, which i am stoked on, because i never get to do it. just getting there was an adventure in itself, cause the roads here are CRAZY. intersections that are all over the place, and roads that are meant for 2 cars but only seem about as wide as 1.5 american lanes. then you got these "2 lane" roads that arbitrarily merge into 1 lane, and someone just has to go for it and get it front. my man is PUMPING some vivaldi and conducting while he is driving, we're just flying around the city, pedestrians beware. and you have to take hella side streets and drive for what seems like a long time, just to get a lil ways down the block. then matt damon flies by in a mini cooper and almost kills you ....

we get there, and its an italian spot called Les Strombolis or somethin. i get a heinekin (sp?) that is the size of a wine bottle. i order an achovy (anchois) pizza. apparently, when you order a pizza that comes with olives, you get 2 unpitted kalamatas in the middle and that's it. looked like a ma fuckin GARNISH to me. the olives were part of the reason i picked that one ....

turns out, everyboy speaks way better english than they let on, and i got these dudes coming out of their shells, we're laughin on all topics, enough that i can decipher this one dude has a great sense of humor. he is a filmmaker and i keep telling him we're going to make movies about this or that. other dude is cool, too, after an awkward moment where i get up from the table to let him sit across from his girl and he practically slams me back into the seat like "all good, i ain't sweatin it" and then sits as far from her as he can. dude looks like josh fox frenched out plus 10 pounds (not necessarily muscle).

as usual, the upcoming election in america comes up, and i once again have to explain what an irresponsible and ignorant fuck i am, and that i don't pay attention to that shit because it would just be another thing for me to freak out about .... but they still poke and prod me about it, but i guess that is to be expected.

then we end up at a straight ANGOLAN bar. this one drunk lady finds out i am american and keeps screaming some shit in french (with pantomimes to emphasize) which apparently translates into "i want a deaf, dumb and blind american man!" i think she means with money, but this is not confirmed. then this one tall ass dude in a Washington Wizards sweatshirt decides that i am his new best friend and he talks to me a lot in broken english with his hand on my shoulder (to the point where it is making me uncomfortable) and then we have to take some cell phone pics together, ones where he wants us to look at each other like homeys, like "hey, bro! where you been! great to see you!" with our arms out like we are about to hug or just can't believe our good luck to bump into each other at the pub. he has a homeboy from maryland (or who was living in maryland at some point i should say) who turns around to yell "maryland!" at me and then goes back to his beer. we are the only white people in the bar. i feel like we are a slight novelty, but no one seems to even notice. we slam some beers and dip. we go to another spot, drink more, smoke way too many cigarettes and head back to house.

me and the girls and the bf play forever with one of these things ....



and everyone is gettin all swole in the wrist, and the chicks start arm wrestling.

side note: the word "wrestle" seems to be very elusive to people here, it takes a lot of acting for me to get people to know what it means. it took FOREVER at dinner for me to explain/describe/act out that i thought the voices of



and



sound exactly the same. (big shout to P McK for pointing that out)

so then we all crash out and i curl up with another high-quality DVD. this one in the "white guy/black guy buddy action" genre .....



starring my new favorite rule breaker, dennis rodman. (no, i am not ready to be "the dennis rodman of this rap shit" quite yet)

day 11 is pretty much another day of Viva Geneva madness that for me again consisted of drinking and smoking till i almost pass out, but the homeys were killin it as per usual. here is just a lil nibble of a flip they were working on ....



and yo. i took a mother fuckin FALL that day. like, a spill. like, old people breaking their hip type shit. now i have fallen on (off) my skateboard plenty recently and i can certainly hit the ground when i'm drunk like when i tried to jump kick some real estate sign and it was stronger than i thought and i ate shit in the grass and totally split the leg of one of tara's old jeans. but this was just calamity. me and subtitle are going down into the crev and it's hella dark and he is all "yeah, i know my way around this bitch, i don't need to see shit" and i'm all "fuck that, i'm about to use this flashlight" and i am walking with my digi recorder under my arm and i pull out jake's flashlight (ha, that sounds gay) and right as i click it on, like, right as i hear *click* my leg slams into this couch that i totally did not see and i go DOWN. and i can't break my fall cause i got the light in one hand and the recorder (that i MUST protect) in the other and i just take the ground right on my hip bone and knee. people that have heard me fall or slam or whatever know that i can be pretty vocal, even when it's not that major, and this mother fucker HURT. gino said he would never forget that sound for the rest of his life. i straight howled. had to lay there on the dusty ass ground for a minute. took pictures of the bruise this morning, but they never look as cool on film unless you REALLY fucked up ......

huevos out.

PS maybe later i will tell y'all about chillin up in the kebab spot by myself with the turkish dudes i thought were going to drug and kidnap me (tourist paranoia) but turned out to be the fuckin homeys!!

2 comments:

greg said...

Maryland!

Mild Davis said...

damn...bama and the rock do sound just alike. double damn. double van damme.