flashback to a better time

spot and i went for a smoke on the roof - there was a street party near our building, and the sound could be heard loud and clear up there. *awesome* reggae. we got all excited, so we skipped on down. unfortunately, just as we got there, the reggae band left and dance music was put on. it was a nice vibe... about a hundred or so people just dancing and milling around; wartime. sucks, huh?

we took a walk to the balcony, stopped in for a drink, then moved on to this really nice pub that spot's found. great music, great vibe, decent pool table, and a couple of decent looking girls. and a waitress, who's around 37 years old, has four kids, looks dead sexy (no seriously, extremely shaggable!), and very flirtatious.

we had a couple of drinks (spot got upset with me for not wanting to drink too much - and he was there last week, the bastard), a couple of games of pool, and sat at the bar. after a while this absolutely gorgeous russian bird challenged me to a game, and i thoroughly enjoyed the game, and staring at her. she knows what she's doing, and that's always a pleasure to see - but a beautiful pair of eyes completely focused on the shot, with a perfect body aligned just right, and enough cheeky innuendo and playfulness... i'm taken. i wish i hadn't been such a dolt, and had taken her number.

FOOL! but i thoroughly enjoyed the trip down memory lane - how my life used to be, once upon a time.

i took a taxi home, crashed, woke up, showered, and met up with nystire and his brother. for a "personal interview", i guess i can call it. we walked through to my coffee shop. there was a cute girl at the table next to us - nystire's brother is a serious cock-blocker... that's not done. otherwise, he's a nice guy, and he had some interesting things to say.

we said goodbye, then nystire and i walked on to spot's; had a fun chat with spot's grandmother, watched the news (jerks: all the arab sob-stories, and no israeli ones; we've heard some terrible things), then spot and i took nystire to the bus stop.

we carried on to have belgian waffles for lunch, then walked through (including a short, pointless run when we thought we could outpace a bus in the heat) to work.

i've discovered that i can't do the work scheduled for this weekend without my old boss sorting a server out, so i'm all clear. now that net-things are done, it's time to go out.

johnny mnemonic style