results, a confession pt 3

[... continued]

i was wasted last night, and i realized when i got to the end of the previous post that i wasn't going to be able to continue. so i cut all of the remaining text, and was planning on pasting it into a new post but got distracted by the software i'm using to rip my minidiscs... so i lost it. my temperature rose when i realized what i'd done, and how irreversible it was: so here we go again :/

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thursday evening:

pg and i arrived at goocha on time to meet with my aunt and her husband - goocha is not the place for a grumpy, ultra-conservative and fairly large old man. it was a long wait for a seat inside, and the seats we got were the wrong shape for him so we had to wait again for a seat outside, where he didn't want to sit. those would have been all of the issues if he hadn't ordered a garlic dish and then decided that it was too much garlic for him... otherwise, the rest of us really enjoyed the food and we had a good time.

the goodbyes were quick, and we went home. pg laid down some ground rules regarding the living room now that she's completely tidied it up - by stuffing all of the junk into the study. it's feeling a bit cramped in here...

we took the hookah onto the roof, i put on good music and we chilled for a while. the last of thursday: getting my poetry results. 76 isn't usually a bad grade, but when your pass mark as an MA student is 80 then that's not good at all :(

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friday:

i took my coffee for a walk to a quiet little street about five minutes from here for a storytelling workshop held by a girl from the states. it wasn't a particularly complex affair, primarily because only three of us showed up after about ten had confirmed. we didn't learn *huge* things, but i think the exercises were productive and there's something to be said for practise.

we focused on telling family stories, which for me brought out two main incidents / characters that were both extremely personal and for the listeners quite shocking (both very unfortunate characters, neither of them malicious). it was weird telling these stories to strangers.

over lunch i discovered that one of the others is involved in LARPing; it turns out that there's a half-formed community hanging around... having just acquired a couple of scripts from CLAW friends (thanks, guys!), i handed him my card and i hope he'll be in touch. i REALLY want to play! and write, too :)

the workshop ended way earlier than expected, so i strapped on my blades as soon as i got home and flew to the climbing wall. my right hand's been hurting for the past week or two, and i haven't been on the wall in a while, and it was hot, and a whole bunch of other excuses. in spite of all that, i did pretty well! i'm very pleased with myself. not even hitting my hand really hard on a grip and having it swollen and hurting could stop me.

the heat, though, was unbearable. we stopped by the thievery eatery and i grabbed an ice-cream and a coke, then played some frisbee on the field. not *awesome* frisbee, because my fingers weren't responding properly after the wall, but not shabby either :)

my return home was a bit strained. i had a cold shower, played some abe's exoddus and allowed myself to be used as a meringue taste-tester. oh! the suffering! my girlfriend makes mean meringues ^_^

weird moment: i received an email from the poetry professor, and apparently my poetry grade was mixed up and i was supposed to get a 90. she said she'll correct it today, but i'm left wondering how that works and if i should let it bother me... not that i'll complain when my grade is fixed.

we met up with pg's parents and rode with them to dinner, a nice little restaurant on allenby (of all places). i felt a little awkward getting a pint when everyone else was drinking two-thirds of that. i felt very awkward when the birthday boy decided to play with the street cat that had come looking for food, and then thrown water at it when he got scratched. how could the poor cat have known that he was playing? so not only was it threatened, it was then punished for reacting in a reasonable manner :/

i was tired after dinner - nobody can say that i wasted time this past week. well, you could say it but it'd be wrong. i crashed when we got home, and woke up about two hours later to dress, have a bite of crumbly cake and then rush outside to meet my young cousin. i was feeling a bit topsy-turvy at the time. we took a shuttle to south tel aviv, i picked up an energy drink and some m&ms* that somehow didn't agree with me, and we hit the comfort.

* what a weird am/pm! they had all the strange things like reese's, but no regular chocolate bars :S

i'd say the crowd was about 50% arsim, which isn't too bad. it was packed inside, and we arrived just in time for the widdler. not bad. most of the set was spent protecting space as opposed to dancing and enjoying it... when doctor p hit the decks, the dance floor turned into a mosh pit and i was relieved when my cousin yelled "this is really lame!" and we moved up the stairs. more space, only slightly less bass, and we could enjoy the music instead of fight with idiots.

the set was good - organik was there, and he informed me that doctor p is usually far better than the set he gave us. i've never heard him before, though, so i had no expectations and i enjoyed it. but i enjoyed rok sonix even more; not least because as soon as doctor p stepped down the arsim all left, and the vibe was left all the better for it.

by 4am my legs were tired, i was tired, and the new set was chilled enough that i really didn't feel bad about getting us out of there. we couldn't catch a shuttle, so we walked all the way back to north tel aviv... a slow walk and talk that was quite pleasant.

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as i walked into the little enclave our apartment's in, some guy who was loping past stopped and shouted "hey bro! where can i find coke?"
i stopped and stared, amazed.
"c'mon! coke, or brown, or marijuana, or anything!"

i shook my head, dumbfounded. "dude - you are seriously living in a movie."

i wonder if he was for real?

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i got about five hours of sleep, then posted and ripped music until our order from ze sushi arrived. i started passing out towards the end of breakfast at tiffany's - sweet movie. i thought it a good time to take a nap... but no! my young cousins arrived, and needed to be entertained. we unwrapped and watched the union; they weren't too happy having a documentary forced on them, until it piqued their interest and then they enjoyed it :))

pg called to unpark the car, which had been closed in tight on both sides. i then drove us to the airport: my night-vision isn't amazing, and my primary problem is that i tend to keep my focus on the roads, so reading the usually bad signs at a glance is tough.

more hasty goodbyes - i was thinking of stopping for coffee but i missed the parking turn-off - and pg and i returned home. she watched the wall while i did some more ripping and posting, and then put myself to bed.

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today:

*phew*
i'm finally caught up. now it's time to get on a bus to work. this week's pretty packed - beginning with a wedding tonight - but it can't be as crazy as the last one!

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eating my words: it appears i have some apologizing to do. "SQL" is not, as i was taught, pronounced "sequel," but rather "es-queue-el" as the israelis say. to make things worse, sammy then informed me that i was wrong about something that i'd been even more vocal about, and now i have to re-orient myself. perhaps i'll just give up and begin speaking americanese instead.