belligerently so

so that's what i was thinking of when i woke up this morning.

after i woke up yesterday, i let the zoo back into my apartment. even until now the only serious complaint i've had is that someone trailed a bit of black goo on the floor last night, but a single offense can be overlooked - although this means that we'll need to clean the apartment before i leave on friday, and that's going be difficult post-party...

we all took a bus to allenby: there was a really cute girl on the bus and i kept catching her eye, and the australian with us noticed her as well. as we got off the bus i convinced him to go after her, and he caught up with her and invited her to join us *just* as her boyfriend came around the corner - highly amusing :)

the guys ordered serious food, and while waiting i went to my coffee where i walked in on the barrista having a moment - some guy came in and reminded her most unpleasantly of a friend of his who she'd worked with, who'd spat and cursed at her. it made me think of the old asshole who spat on me during the disengagement, and i tried to cheer her up before ordering - at least the coffee was good (and i got chocolate syrup when they discovered that i'm a soldier ^_^).

nystire and i sat with the waitress at the first place while the others ate. i'd commented on her tattoo; apparently at age 16 her mother gave her NIS 1000 and told her to get one done, and she'd simply selected something at random and done it.
WOW.
so a few years later and she just wants to get rid of it, and it's large and on the front of her shoulder - tricky.

we walked to flame, although the girls staying here both got inked yesterday (one of them on her foot) so they took a cab.

the flame bar was great. a bit difficult to move around as usual, but i had a lot of fun and met a bunch of interesting and cute girls. too many of them have boyfriends, though.

lots of drinking and dancing later, and i mean LOTS of drinking and the music was mostly good, and we discovered who'd had too much on the way out. both of the girls staying here were in a bad way, and that made things a tad uncomfortable. i've never been good at handling drunk people, and trying to keep the peace was a mission and a half. and the australian took the brunt of it.

i woke up to discover that nystire had left already, i've just ascertained that he managed to get to base and is doing the most horrible work - what i'll have to do as well when i get there, but i'll have slept some. that sucks for him.

spot and i just sat outside over a cigarette, and came up with a plan to improve the situation. or at least figure out exactly who does what, because when it comes to chores none of us ever agrees on anything. and now it's time for me to get to work. this holiday was SUCH a good idea!