Perfect
Right, I have no idea where to start this entry. I guess I'll just do it in chronological order... that should work.
I did wake up on time, and I did get ready in time for all the errands I had to run (yes, the whole three of them). As it turns out, I did go into town to hop around with one bad foot... but I didn't do any of the errands. Why? Laziness, I guess. Well, one of them was to get my vaccines (yes, been here for 6 plus months and I still haven't gotten them...) so I understand why I was avoiding that... been finding excuses not to get the shots ever since I got here. My fear of needles has nothing to do with this...
On my way to the city centre, though, I run into this guy I know from the International Society (to which I haven't gone to any meetings in the past... erm... long time) who's part of the Greek Mafia but not really part of it (an outsider, if you like). So I say hi to him and whatever, and he asks me "Oh, so didn't you go to Venezuela?" and I'm like "Erm, no... not much to do there" but I desperately wanted to tell him "yes, I did... that's why I'm here talking to you... I'm a hologram." He then goes on to tell me that he didn't go to Greece either, to which I really badly wanted to respond "no shit", but I figured that not only would it be rude, but that he could've gone for a week or so and have come back for this week (possible as it's here in Europe). So well, there's my encounter with the Greecian.
When I'm walking across the uni, I happen to see these three ducks just chilling on the grass. Hmm, I'm quite surprised to just see them there... but, being the person that I am, take the long way around that part of the uni to avoid coming close with the ducks. Don't want to catch the bird flu (and since they say it comes from close contact with ducks... and yes, I know that I won't get it by just walking past a duck, but hey... what if they bit me!?). So eccentric me...
Well, I just fucked around for quite a long time to be honest. I did, however, stumble upon a sports shop and figured I could get a whole set of golf clubs for 55 pounds (with bag and everything) and decided it wasn't such a bad idea. I could easily pick up my game here, it's not like there are only three golf courses like in Valencia. So after that I came back to the flat and started to look for possible golf courses.
I used a golfing website and Google Earth for this. I've got to say, Google Earth--bloody useful thing! It did most of the work for me... well, nearly all of the work for me. Gotta love it. The cheapest club I found had a green fee of 18 pounds per round (this is weekday when it's cheaper... but since I have all of Wednesday afternoon off and all of Thursday morning off then it's doable) but it was in the middle of nowhere. Can't really get there unless I have a car. I found another one quite close, but it was close to 30 quid for a round, so I ruled that out. Then I did find a perfect one, one I can take the metro (might be weird taking my clubs on the metro... but hey, whatever) and is quite affordable... I think it was 23 pounds for the round. Obviously I wouldn't be able to play every week, but it would be a nice day out. I'm really pondering the idea, although the expenses could be really high... especially if there's water (oh, so many golf balls...).
Well, I then go out again--to the pub this time to watch the footy match. When I'm getting there, though, I realise that I could've left the main window open and perhaps even the front door open. Not that I opened them, but my flatmate likes his chilly environment (well, it's been quite warm, actually... teens) and why he leaves the door open (he just puts something on the corner to keep it open) is beyond me, but whatever. And he was getting ready to go to work, but I left without saying anything because I was in a hurry, so he might assume that I'm still in and leave everything as it is because, well, I'm in. I decide I'm going to ignore it as he probably said something and realised I wasn't there... but after a couple of minutes it really starts to bother me. What really worries me is that I left my room's door open and unlocked (which I rarely do when I go out) so if somebody does break in (well, walk in in this case) then they will have absolutely no problem going into my room and taking all my stuff, computer included.
So what do I do? I basically run back to the flat to see if I'm right. It took me a bit under 7 minutes to get here (quite fast, actually... in fact, very fast) and when I get here, everything's dark and the window is open. Okay, so one out of two. When I'm going to put my key in the keyhole to open the door I see that it is indeed open. Two out of two. Bloody hell, lucky we weren't mugged. So I run back and get there right in time for the match. But that was close... too close for my liking.
So well, Man Utd play a disgraceful game--nobody exempt--and I'm pissed off because the slight chance of mounting a title charge at the end of the season is over despite nine straight wins. So I run back to my flat and stop by at the liqueur store to get some Coke. What for? Oh, yes, still got the vodka I got at the duty free. So well, I just watch some Seinfeld and stuff and have a couple of pints. It should've ocurred to me that even if you serve a double in a pint glass it's a bit more than usual, but that thought didn't cross my mind at the time. So essentially, I was drinking quadruples. When it all finishes it's still early and there's nothing to watch... so I decide to go for the Led Zeppelin DVD. Must say, it was amazing. Now I know what people experienced back in the 70's listening to the Zep drunk or stoned or whatever... amazing music and that's an understatement. The only problem was that I had about four pints (make that pretty much a quarter of a litre bottle of vodka) and yeah, by the end I was pretty fucked. FUCKED.
I honestly don't remember the end of the concert (I mean, I know the songs and all because I've watched it before, but I don't remember singing along at all in this ocassion) and I sure as hell don't remember how I got to my room (easy, could've just stood up and walked in... but I don't remember doing that). Haven't been that drunk since the time Tiny and I drank a bottle of rum... and in that ocassion Calabria had to walk me up to my room. And then I get this fear. What if I passed out in the common room and my flatmate happens to walk in from work and had to help me in? That would've been terrible... passing out alone. What does that say about me? Shit, that is the worst case scenario. And my room's a complete mess, with clothes all over the place and my alarm clock in the floor half broken. The thing, though, is that all the things I had (the vodka bottle, the coke bottle) are right in the place where I would've put them... but the DVDs are on my desk... and the case actually has the DVD in it, which makes me wonder how I got it out of the PS2 and in there in my state, which is why I fear that he did it for me. Oh, well, I guess the only way to find out is to see if Oliver says anything to me... which is why I'm planning on avoiding him for the next couple of days...
Gotta say, though, it rocks to be in that state. Maybe the morning after and some parts of the night aren't that nice, but when you're that piss drunk it fucking rocks.
I did wake up on time, and I did get ready in time for all the errands I had to run (yes, the whole three of them). As it turns out, I did go into town to hop around with one bad foot... but I didn't do any of the errands. Why? Laziness, I guess. Well, one of them was to get my vaccines (yes, been here for 6 plus months and I still haven't gotten them...) so I understand why I was avoiding that... been finding excuses not to get the shots ever since I got here. My fear of needles has nothing to do with this...
On my way to the city centre, though, I run into this guy I know from the International Society (to which I haven't gone to any meetings in the past... erm... long time) who's part of the Greek Mafia but not really part of it (an outsider, if you like). So I say hi to him and whatever, and he asks me "Oh, so didn't you go to Venezuela?" and I'm like "Erm, no... not much to do there" but I desperately wanted to tell him "yes, I did... that's why I'm here talking to you... I'm a hologram." He then goes on to tell me that he didn't go to Greece either, to which I really badly wanted to respond "no shit", but I figured that not only would it be rude, but that he could've gone for a week or so and have come back for this week (possible as it's here in Europe). So well, there's my encounter with the Greecian.
When I'm walking across the uni, I happen to see these three ducks just chilling on the grass. Hmm, I'm quite surprised to just see them there... but, being the person that I am, take the long way around that part of the uni to avoid coming close with the ducks. Don't want to catch the bird flu (and since they say it comes from close contact with ducks... and yes, I know that I won't get it by just walking past a duck, but hey... what if they bit me!?). So eccentric me...
Well, I just fucked around for quite a long time to be honest. I did, however, stumble upon a sports shop and figured I could get a whole set of golf clubs for 55 pounds (with bag and everything) and decided it wasn't such a bad idea. I could easily pick up my game here, it's not like there are only three golf courses like in Valencia. So after that I came back to the flat and started to look for possible golf courses.
I used a golfing website and Google Earth for this. I've got to say, Google Earth--bloody useful thing! It did most of the work for me... well, nearly all of the work for me. Gotta love it. The cheapest club I found had a green fee of 18 pounds per round (this is weekday when it's cheaper... but since I have all of Wednesday afternoon off and all of Thursday morning off then it's doable) but it was in the middle of nowhere. Can't really get there unless I have a car. I found another one quite close, but it was close to 30 quid for a round, so I ruled that out. Then I did find a perfect one, one I can take the metro (might be weird taking my clubs on the metro... but hey, whatever) and is quite affordable... I think it was 23 pounds for the round. Obviously I wouldn't be able to play every week, but it would be a nice day out. I'm really pondering the idea, although the expenses could be really high... especially if there's water (oh, so many golf balls...).
Well, I then go out again--to the pub this time to watch the footy match. When I'm getting there, though, I realise that I could've left the main window open and perhaps even the front door open. Not that I opened them, but my flatmate likes his chilly environment (well, it's been quite warm, actually... teens) and why he leaves the door open (he just puts something on the corner to keep it open) is beyond me, but whatever. And he was getting ready to go to work, but I left without saying anything because I was in a hurry, so he might assume that I'm still in and leave everything as it is because, well, I'm in. I decide I'm going to ignore it as he probably said something and realised I wasn't there... but after a couple of minutes it really starts to bother me. What really worries me is that I left my room's door open and unlocked (which I rarely do when I go out) so if somebody does break in (well, walk in in this case) then they will have absolutely no problem going into my room and taking all my stuff, computer included.
So what do I do? I basically run back to the flat to see if I'm right. It took me a bit under 7 minutes to get here (quite fast, actually... in fact, very fast) and when I get here, everything's dark and the window is open. Okay, so one out of two. When I'm going to put my key in the keyhole to open the door I see that it is indeed open. Two out of two. Bloody hell, lucky we weren't mugged. So I run back and get there right in time for the match. But that was close... too close for my liking.
So well, Man Utd play a disgraceful game--nobody exempt--and I'm pissed off because the slight chance of mounting a title charge at the end of the season is over despite nine straight wins. So I run back to my flat and stop by at the liqueur store to get some Coke. What for? Oh, yes, still got the vodka I got at the duty free. So well, I just watch some Seinfeld and stuff and have a couple of pints. It should've ocurred to me that even if you serve a double in a pint glass it's a bit more than usual, but that thought didn't cross my mind at the time. So essentially, I was drinking quadruples. When it all finishes it's still early and there's nothing to watch... so I decide to go for the Led Zeppelin DVD. Must say, it was amazing. Now I know what people experienced back in the 70's listening to the Zep drunk or stoned or whatever... amazing music and that's an understatement. The only problem was that I had about four pints (make that pretty much a quarter of a litre bottle of vodka) and yeah, by the end I was pretty fucked. FUCKED.
I honestly don't remember the end of the concert (I mean, I know the songs and all because I've watched it before, but I don't remember singing along at all in this ocassion) and I sure as hell don't remember how I got to my room (easy, could've just stood up and walked in... but I don't remember doing that). Haven't been that drunk since the time Tiny and I drank a bottle of rum... and in that ocassion Calabria had to walk me up to my room. And then I get this fear. What if I passed out in the common room and my flatmate happens to walk in from work and had to help me in? That would've been terrible... passing out alone. What does that say about me? Shit, that is the worst case scenario. And my room's a complete mess, with clothes all over the place and my alarm clock in the floor half broken. The thing, though, is that all the things I had (the vodka bottle, the coke bottle) are right in the place where I would've put them... but the DVDs are on my desk... and the case actually has the DVD in it, which makes me wonder how I got it out of the PS2 and in there in my state, which is why I fear that he did it for me. Oh, well, I guess the only way to find out is to see if Oliver says anything to me... which is why I'm planning on avoiding him for the next couple of days...
Gotta say, though, it rocks to be in that state. Maybe the morning after and some parts of the night aren't that nice, but when you're that piss drunk it fucking rocks.
posted by Jimmie | 3:17 PM
1 Comments:
dude, you have a drinking problem...
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