weekend pass!

i walked to zinc, and had to wait a while - tough break staring at a waitress who has a perfect (and i mean perfect) body and the cutest face. i kind of half-arsedly flirted with her, but she's the kind of girl who's just too pretty for a nice guy like me :P

awesome food - i was joined for eats by spot and a friend from work, and afterwards we took a slow walk to our place. i charged my phone for a bit, we watched some invader zim (always good to bring new people into the fold), discovered that our internet was completely down, got everybody frustrated with warning forever (great game!), and then walked to this friend's place.

awesome pad on shenkin (if you know where that is, then you understand how friggin' cool that is), and we chilled there for a while; spot and him playing around on the electric guitar. sogoi :)

i walked from there to the zamir, realized i'd arrive too early, and went to my coffee to blow half an hour on good coffee. then i returned, had a chat with a navy captain from our base, and went inside. first time i've been on the guestlist, that turned out a mite awkward...

the party was, um, interesting. nothing special for the first bit - a friend who used to serve with us rocked up, and we spent a while talking and being generally irritated by some of the crap songs played between the good ones. at least this time most of the tracks were good. at some point some guy sat down and began spewing all over the steps upon which most people usually sit; when i pointed this out to the bartender in the hope he'd send someone to clean it, he just gave me a glass of water to hand to him. i don't like drunk people, i abhor dealing with them, and there i was tasked with helping him? i just put it down next to him and drew his attention to it.
ew.

around 3am, ta2 pulled off something fantastic. they turned off all the bright flashy lights and lasers, and played nine inch nails - closer. i was sure i was hearing some odd sounds, and identified them, but nobody else seemed to be paying attention and everyone was dancing and singing along as usual... i was convinced that i was hallucinating. but if so, why would that come into my head?? i absolutely had to resolve the issue, and this afternoon i found the remix: closer to mario.

i can't believe i heard that in a club full of freaks :D

the weird vibe developed from that point, and after half an hour i decided it was time to call it quits (i also wasn't feeling to good, for some still-unknown reason my stomache hurt. period, maybe? but i don't have a bleeding womb!) on my way out, the weird girl who humped my leg a few weeks ago jumped on me and wrapped her legs around me, and being slightly inebriated i danced for a bit with her attached.

i remember when i was new to the scene, and i would have taken her home straight away. but the longer i've known her, in spite of the fact that she seems to my taste, the more of a village-bicycle vibe i've received from her. no dice. sad, but true.

the walk home seemed to take forever, and my stomache-ache was on the rise. being drunk, i kept focused by reciting the idf doctrine repeatedly. yeah - even drunk and i can do it with confidence ^_^

i had a shower, and put myself to bed feeling sparkly clean.

i woke up this afternoon, made myself a good breakfast, and began watching face off. halfway through, the kid knocked on my door to say he'd just gone running - i've told him that next time he's to tell me before he goes. more helpful that way.

the three of us spent the afternoon cleaning, and then went out to rabin square. the kid and i sat with spot as he ate, and then went off to meet an old friend of mine at the lincoln. we played about an hour, then said goodbye and walked to the local aroma. we sat discussing the not-too-distant future, and that led on to some ideas i've had for the past few years. as soon as i finish mandatory service, it'll be high time to get a move-on with them.

we went to the lizard, sat chatting with the mongoose and his girlfriend for a while, and then headed back to cafeneto to meet with one of the waitresses. turned out we'd arrived to late for whatever it is she wanted from us (something to do with photography, i dunno), so we escorted her halfway home and sat chatting on a bench for a while.

some bastard managed to ram a parked car, and then rode off. i HATE that. i know what it's like to have someone fuck up your car. it's bad enough by itself, and worse when you have to pay for the repairs :S

we got the bugger's number, and wrote a nice little message for the owner. hopefully it'll help.

now - to sleep! (my word - how is it almost 3am?!)