31/08/03

*** 27th / 28th ***

i was feeling quite sick (i think i got a cold - my throat's been killing me, and my post-nasal drip's come back from a long vacation to say hello), so i spent these days doing pretty much nothing at all.

i watched five movies: the green berets, the cell, the green mile, real-life serial killers, and cobra.

about 2am on the 27th, i received an email from grootbek. i'll post my response in mental masturbation.

*** 29th ***

i returned the videos just before 10am, and aeroplane came to pick me up about half an hour later.
first stop was his girlfriend's apartment, which she was in the process of moving out. we listened to some music, looked at some artwork, and were then joined by two of his friends, who shall rename maneless.

they'd bought an ENORMOUS roll of bubble-wrap, for packaging the big things (like tables), which was the biggest tease ever.
while we were talking, i was unconsciously popping the bubble-wrap encasing one of the tables, which was really upsetting aeroplane.

we continued talking for a bit, shunted some of the stuff to the cars, and then we were on our way to the comic book store.

scoring some frighteningly powerful stuff on the way - two tokes and i was trashed... but then, so was everyone else.

oh, and we stopped to get breakfast / lunch (this is an argument with no conclusion).

let's just say that cavendish can be most entertaining / confusing in a state like that - we got lost a couple of times before we remembered our destination.

the comic book store is not really my thing - it's great for the first few minutes, but there's only so much time i can spend looking at models of aliens, the predator, neon genesis evangelion's eva units, akira's tetsuo, and clive barker's gruesome (yet most compelling) 12" gore fest, to name a few.

after what seemed like an hour, the guys had had enough, and finally bought some rather nice stuff (i never understate...).
getting back to the car involved crossing a rather busy main road, and in the state we were in, that was quite a hairy experience.

for those of us who'd called our earlier "meal" lunch, the munchies were tapping on our shoulders, and tugging on our clothes.
for those of us who'd called it breakfast, it was lunchtime.
none of us got anything to eat, however, but we all agreed that supper would consist of home-made subs.

we visited a liquor store, and went off to aeroplane's hangar (house, sometimes i just can't help myself). we prepared the punch (some vodka, some energy drinks, some lemon twist, and "stuff".

we all went to misky's place, to drop off the boxes, drink some coffee, and almost converse. i was still a bit fuzzy around the edges, and my mouth and brain weren't quite on speaking terms.

we were all dragged along on a mission to find a trailer, which bombed, and then went back to the hangar (there we go again), for drinks, and subs. all of which were really, really good.

pre-movie, we stopped off at one of the guys' place to get royally %$!@ed, and left for tyger valley about five minutes before the movie was due to start.

we made it JUST in time for the movie. bad boys ii was totally satisfying - some of the gore was a tad unnecessary, but everything was done, IMHO, perfectly. in my head it's all one movie - they were utterly consistent, and i was completely blown away.

*** yesterday ***

i arbed around most of yesterday. i've been reading terry pratchett's the colour of magic for the past few days, after finishing a most disappointing vittorio. most of the two anne rice books were really good, and very interesting. however, she has no idea when to stop - the intro to pandora, and the selected and annotated bibliography in vittorio were not only unnecessary, but just plain BAD.

i've only ever read the colour of magic in its graphic novel form, and i have to say that this is much funnier.

my mom convinced me to join her for a walk along the beachfront at some point in the early afternoon. it was really beautiful, and it was the first sunny, warm day since i left israel. and it's not humid, so i can actually enjoy the heat without sweating.

we stopped for coffee at the newport deli (some classy little cafe / coffee shop), after running into some cousins there, and afterwards we were joined for the walk back.
during which we ran into some other cousins.

i decided to take a nap, and left the tv on for ambient sound. muthafunstas put celine dion on, and i was woken with an urge to strangle small furry animals. stupid, ugly canadian witch.

i really can't think of a nickname for the friend of mine who came over yesterday afternoon. we talked for ages, had stir-fry for supper, and watched most of traffic before remembering that we were supposed to be going to town with dirk diggler's crew.

we went to a place called velvet lounge, i think, which is a really sweet bar / pub / club type thingy, managed by diggler's girlfriend's brother, and a friend of ours from waaay back.

really nice pool tables, at R2 a pop, and i got me a free whiskey (which tasted a little watery, but hey).

we then moved on to the fez, where me and the friend with no nick were de-selected (weren't dressed smart enough), so we came up with a contingency plan which involved meeting up with diggler at cafe erte.

when we got there, he sent us an sms to say that he'd gone home.
bastard.
we discovered that the first half an hour of internet access is free, so we sat with don pedro and chocolate milkshake, tapping and clicking away...

we tried to find the trance party at culemborg (after i, still in my trashed state from the day before, not helped by the whiskey, got lost in town), but gave up when there was no sound to be heard anywhere in the vicinity.

so i dropped him off on the other side of the mountain, and made my loosely controlled way (drunk-driving style, just without the drunk part) back home, had a bath, and crashed.

i woke up this morning barely able to breathe, and have spent a most charming couple of hours coughing and producing elephant-cries for the neighbours.