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Saturday, August 26, 2006

i like surprises



friday's post:

so i left work last night, and on the way to the balcony i ran into a guy i was friendly with in varsity. turns out he's a lawyer in the government office - good to know :)
and it's always nice to catch up.

i continued on to the balcony, and spent a couple of hours having a really nice chat with the cute bartender. turns out that in the army, she was a user of the application the kid and i have been moved to. that makes her one of the first people outside of the army who has a clue what i'm doing... i couldn't stop smiling about that - and the fact that when she found out, she wasn't laughing at me :P

she made me promise to come on tuesday night for a reggae event - sounds fun! i had a really funny conversation with the dj: i explained to him that i've been trying to find the song by tool that's simply one long tease. he cued up a cd, gave me his headphones, and i gave him the thumbs down. the second track he played was it, the second i gave him my approval, he reset to the beginning of the track and switched over from the main sound. awesome ^_^

that's how my weekend officially started, i decided it was a good time to call it a night and get some sleep. i said goodbye, and took a taxi home - seriously talkative driver :S
as i got home, i discovered i'd received an sms from the mongoose informing me that it would be wise to make my way over to the lizard.

*sigh*
i'm hopeless, sometimes. so i began walking, and halfway there caught a taxi. the drive was so short, the driver told me to pay however much i felt like paying. so i told him i'd give him whatever coins i had... i had 7 shekels, and the base cost is 9, so he got pissy. i offered to pay him 10 with a 50 note, and he grumbled something and kicked me out the car. i couldn't stop grinning.

the party ROCKED. HARD. loads of stunning freaks, the music was aggressive and superb (i keep forgetting that the lizard actually does have a decent sound rig), and eventually i got kicked out with everyone else at 5.30am. i was super happy when i remembered that it's FRIDAY, so there are busses! i hopped on the bus with my shirt off, the bus driver turned off the lights so that my tat and piercing wouldn't bother anyone else :P, and when i got home i had a quick shower and hopped into bed.

i woke up easy on friday afternoon, and did some shopping before getting to work. most of the time i was here was just arsing around online, and chatting to friends on messenger: i just have to make up hours for the 15 minutes here and there that i lose each day. the boss called, asked me to set something up, and i explained to him that we'd have to wait till sunday for spot to get in.

soon after, spot called, and talked me through accessing the live database: it was then that i remembered that the changes i make there take effect immediately - there was no need to recompile anything, transfer anything, interrupt processes. so i actually did something immediately useful, which made being here worth it.

organizer came into the office to ask if i needed a ride home, so i hopped to it (hence abandoning this post, this is where i left off), because i had all my army gear, and a huge roll of poster paper that would've been a bitch to carry while walking.

today's post:

on the way to the car he informed me that i was having friday night supper with his family. i acquiesced, and he dropped me off at home to shower, shave and dress, and then a friend of his came to pick me up. 650cc bike, that i swear sitting on the back of it felt like i was sitting on a goddamn couch. comfortable, with huge bars to hold onto, and he gave me a proper crash-helmet - speeding on that thing was a rush and a half. and i didn't get chinese eyes from it >D

on the way into organizer's building, my charge's mom called. she told me i hadn't been available earlier in the day: don't bullshit me. my phone works just fine, was on the whole time, and even if i had been using it at the time, i would've gotten the missed call. and if there was a problem, then call again. *if* this is something that's important to you. if not, then don't waste my time. she promised to call around noon today. nothing doing. sod it, then.

friday night supper was excellent. after the meal, chilled watching mindless tv for a bit, and then he gave me a ride back to tel aviv. i called the dj up, and misunderstood the time he told me to get to the party. i arrived an hour early... so i walked back to the balcony, again with the cute waitress. had a guiness, and a fun half an hour or so.

then i walked back to the club, waited a while outside, met up with the kid, and we went in... to an okay party, with okay music. none of us were impressed, but there were definitely some good moments. some annoying kids gave me a reason to get aggro, and then good songs would come along that let me release it in a bloodless way.

invigorating.

we left around 3 / 4am, to sit at my coffee and talk for a while. and chat a bit with a girl who upset me afterwards: beautiful face, and a body that screams "I LET GO". or "WIDE LOAD". i hate massive disproportion on a pretty girl.

the kid gave me a ride home, and i slept until early afternoon. i woke up, and spent a while sticking the poster paper over my glass doors (sweatier work than i'd expected, but at least the sunlight won't heat up the apartment as much).

after demolishing a really good mango, i took a taxi to ibn gvirol, and walked to dizengoff center. i hung around for half an hour, then discovered that the guys i'd gone to meet had meant dizengoff circle, which isn't the same thing. so i missioned there, bought my ticket to clerks 2, and went to see it.

i can't understand something: why the hell do they overfill the coke cups? all it means is that when i pierce the top with a straw, it overflows, and when i get near the end i tip coke all over myself. it's infuriating!

clerks 2 is totally awesome. if you ain't seen it, go now! and if you haven't seen the first one, THEN BLOODY WELL DO SO, YOU RETARD. i can't believe that out of four people, i was the only one who had. fucked up!

we missioned off to mike's place for sundowners, and i had some chilli-fries too. we met a girl from los angeles, who's converting to judaism... it was a very interesting conversation - she seems so typically american. and i had to really enunciate, because i couldn't be arsed to speak americanese, and it took her three tries to understand anything i said.

i've just walked here, and am posting and mailing. once done, i'm off to the lizard, then home to begin an exciting (and exiting!) week.

i discovered yesterday that receding gums are caused by aggressive brushing. and that there's not a hell of a lot i can do about it at this point :'(

barney rumble
praise be the lord!
whatever happened to skipping the country?!

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