@cael: hey, hey, i'm most definitely not a homophobe!
so i would not beat you up for being nice to me. and i invited you to dinner, remember. still, i must admit that ladies being all sweet are not the center of my best imagery.
nf: i know it sounds silly, but i wish acohol did not exist. i've spent the night mistaking swedes for finns, until one of said swedes (a girl) agreed to come with me to a dropkick murphys' gig tomorrow (wheee!) if i can find the club, which is not going to be too easy since it's in some small village in the middle of nowhere and i don't have a car. i'm counting on my ex of all people to give me and the swede a lift. sometimes people like that come in handy.
here's flashes for the night:
luxembourg city is choke full of suspicious-looking black men (no racism intended, but they actually
were looking suspicious) who approach people and offer them gold necklaces they've just stolen.
i saw a lady who had her glasses supported by a beaded string that looked horrifying.
there exists a small group of non-drinking swedes and it was sitting next to me. one of them got a spoonful of korma sauce on his pristine pants thanks to my utter clumsiness, after we discussed the effect of the euro on national central banks (i was bored and only wanted to space out, not a single thought for the eurosystem at all).
timmy still wasn't sweet to me. no hugs or kisses, but we progressed to him winking and me rolling my eyes and looking positively high, plus sucker-punches (on his part, i always am the innocent bystander or, in this case, victim). he challenged me to a drinking game. i lost, since he's about twice my size and british to boot. but he was drunk and driving a van, i was not drunk and sitting in the back of the van talking about punk rock with a huge american girl who's named gaetano, which is a male name in southern italy. he only offered a comment about irish-americans being funny, but declined to come to the show although everyone was cheering him on. that's when we almost hit a cab, so the cheering stopped.
@nick, if you're reading this: what kind of road signs do you have in chicago? we drove by a sign with three straight arrows, meaning that the highway was changing from two-lane to three-lane, and a sociologist from the uni of chicago said "why do we need to be told that the lanes are straight?". i patiently explained, but he thought i was making fun of him.
EWWWWWW @ my sig. *waits for people to complain* *fucks off to text Lassarse*
