dirty dancing

alright - backwards!! happy independence day, everyone!

i'm waking up after just under five hours of sleep, my ears still trembling from the aftershock of all the street parties and i'm in a hurry to jot this down before heading to the traditional barbeque.

i abandoned nystire's little sister in order to take a cab home, i *had* to get to bed.

the last little trance party did wonders for my head - i hadn't heard anything decent since we'd left newe tzedek.

i saw a lot of people back in florentin, egg decided it was time to go and left me with nystire's sister and ze germans to park outside a building where the dj couldn't decide between cool funk and britney spears.
the highlight?
some jerk-off (turns out to be a guy who was in school with her little sister) and his friend climb up onto a second-floor balcony to make asses of themselves, and when it becomes time to come down everyone begins yelling "jump! jump! jump!".
he made as if to, almost fell, and caught himself by placing a foot on a twelve-inch plastic pipe jutting out of the side of the balcony... which snapped as soon as he relaxed, and he came down to earth face first.
...
miraculously, mostly in one piece. there are so many cellphone videos taken i'm SURE i'll find one.

we ran into nystire's sister on the way back, and she joined us. the awesome guitarist from the beginning of the evening had assembled his crew downstairs by the time we got back, and they were playing a pretty cool gig: he can't sing for shit, but his guitar-work was really enjoyable.

"location 2" in newe tzedek was a bit odd the second time around, even though the music was still kicking ass, so we decided to leave in favour of florentin.

singer and her friend had made themselves scarce at "location 1", we'd been standing in a good spot and couldn't stop staring at all the eye-candy... especially when the eye-candy was staring back and smiling. we left soon after because we could either dance to the crappy music in the dark, or lurk in the light where all the girls were.
there's only so much walking back and forth that i could take.

fantastic music and good times at location 2, singer and her friend joined us and we were having a good time, but then the music cut out and we decided to check out location 1 again.

egg and i left florentin to find the newe tzedek street party, and arrived at location 1 - not the actual street party, but a decent night-club that had spilled over some. gorgeous girls but icky music, and we left in search of the actual street party (location 2) when karnaf sent an sms to say he'd arrived.

the street party in florentin hadn't actually started, so we sat down in lenny's for a beer. suddenly everyone was getting into the street and looking up, some guy had pulled his amp onto his balcony and begun playing hardcore electric solos... there was an attempt to play along by one of his neighbours, but he sucked and that soon came to an end. a bit later the solo resumed, and he kicked ass.

i met up with egg at his place, we had a drink and i introduced him to philosomatika. we had some cognac and then went out for a sidewalk supper on rothschild, a good sandwich that really hit the spot.

i'm glad that my white jacket was unavailable, because i wore my crazy sweater and chicks dig it ^_^

i couldn't sleep, and i decided to go out early after the kid and i couldn't agree on what to watch until the partying began. the vibe on the street was already picking up :)

i spent the afternoon with ze germans eating humus and chilling in the park. one of them posed an interesting question: "if you were in a coma, would you want someone to shave you?"

"no, i'd want to wake up with a massive beard fanning out and covering my hips."
"even better if whoever's not shaving me can roll the beard and my hair into dreads. imagine waking up with a giant dread-beard!"
"imagine sitting upright and looking in a mirror - the first thing you do is yell BOB!"
"and then pull out a joint from somewhere inside your dreads and light up"

what an interesting image!

i received a final communication from bt - she sent back two sms's that just seemed so... weary of me. oh, well - bits of it were great...
when i later told egg he replied with a different theory: that she's had a couple of crap days, and now on top of that she's not going to understand why i've stopped trying to talk to her.
i find that to be a little bit of a stretch, though.

i left the apartment to do shopping that never got done, after spending over two hours in traffic jams on the way home.

and the holiday had begun!

the work day was over fairly quickly, and it really wasn't bad. there's a lot of work to be done, but i'm not feeling so down any more.