Yesterday I was able to behold one of the most beautiful natural phenomena ever: a complete solar eclipse, right over Madrid. It was a strange thing for me to see. I mean it was nothing more than a black circle surrounded by a ring of white hot light, but somehow to me it felt like a religious experience. I very seldomly have "religious experiences" but when they happen I get into a mood where I just want to create. I wanted nothing more than to go home after the eclipse and write about it, but instead I got to go back to my art class where we were discussing Tiziano's take on Charles V. Later in the day, when the feeling hadn't yet passed, I met up with Lina and was eager to share the beauty of it with her. I started out by telling her that I was very excited because I had seen the dark side of the moon, and it was breathtaking. She quickly corrected me by explaining that the dark side of the moon never faces earth because of the moon's orbit. And there went my inspiration. She crushed my dreams. I was going to compose some kind of cheesy poem that related the dark side of the moon to my life but, alas, another natural phenomenon will have to occur before I subject you to something like that faithful reader. Why can't people let others blindly believe in erroneous things? If the people of the world would be so generous as to let fools believe in lies then I might still be Catholic. Lies are so much better anyway. Just look at Don Quijote (I know you are gonna say he is a bad example because he dies in the end, but he only dies because he is so crushed to discover that he based his life on a pack of lies, had he never discovered this, he might have died with more honor, instead of sick with grief in his bed. And you can't deny that knight errantry, no matter how antiquated and impractical, caused Don Q a great deal of joy. So there. It's like telling little kids that Santa Claus doesn't exist. It's bad karma people, don't do it!) So instead of composing a saccharine sonnet, I became all bitter (because I really hate being proved wrong) and cursed my rudimentary knowledge of astronomy. My eyes even got a little bit watery. I wanted so bad to go home and listen to Pink Floyd and just retreat into a mini depression but instead I had to endure more school. I was very angry at Lina for about 5 whole minutes, and related to her that I am very good at holding grudges, in a threatening kind of way. But I don't think she bought it cause all she did was scold me and tell me that holding grudges isn't healthy. Well screw it, I don't care, I like holding grudges and I am damn good at it too. And she should not have crushed my dreams with her high falutin, fancy schamancy science. Who needs science anyway? Don't answer that. But anyway, I gotta go read up on Don Quijote's latest adventures. I'll keep you posted if anything interesting happens.
Goodnight Madrid,
Grecia
ps- In three days I am going to Amsterdam, and yes, I may even get high for the first time in my life (even if it means relinquishing my title as the only person in my whole family of 70 + people who hasn't smoked the herb). Wish me luck!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
No Toche plis!!!
Dear Diary,
Last night, Linis and I went to have dinner at Sol, but not before she came to my crib to pick up her birthday gift. I got her booze (Habana Club- the best fucking rum ever) cause I am a good friend and to make things extra classy, I got her her very own engraved flask. She was thrilled. Then I made her taste the booze I bought for myself (Limonetto) and she took that shit like a shot even though its a liquer, but I guess it was misleading cause Luz Helena served it in a shot glass. She felt really ghetto in front of Luz Helena but I assured her that Luz Helena is a drunkard so she needn't worry. By the time we got to Sol it was really late and I was passed the point of hunger (plus filled with syrupy sweet lemon flavored liquer) so I felt like vomiting. So I let Lina pick the restaurant. We sat at some outdoor cafe called Picote and ordered some food. The menu was very misleading because it was only pictures and not very good ones at that. I ordered some thing with two fried eggs, fried chorizo, and french fries. Talk about heart attack on a plate. Lina had a similar plate only she had a steak instead of chorizo. We ordered two claritas (a clarita is a watered down beer, but it is watered down with some kind of sweet soda water. I live on claritas.) and Lina ordered a coke for her to pour her booze into. We sat chatting for a while but it was proving difficult because some street performer was playing the accordion really loudlt next to us. I told Lina that I would pay the guy to leave cause he sucked so bad. The weather was very mild last night and I think it induced all of Madrid to get out in the street. It was kind of neat seeing all the Madrilenos out in full party gear. People here are so radically different from people stateside. I don' even know where to begin. But, I digress. While choking down that greasy ass dinner of ours we were approached by some bums. The first we gave him some change and the second we shooed. The first one was funny cause our waiter was like "Come on buddy let the people eat in peace" at which the bum became infuriated and started having a verbal altercation with the waiter. He was like "I don't bother you while you are working, so don't bother me." Then he proceeded to try to get the other waiter to side with him, which was really a great touch because he was complaining about the service. After a while Lina and I decided to scoot. We went towards Plaza Cibeles to catch our respective buses home and that's when it happened. I was sexually harrased in the middle of the freaking street. On the way to the bus some dude reached up and grabbed my boob and gave it a good squeeze too, that motherfucker!!! I was utterly shocked. But there was nothing to be done really, because he did it so on the sly that I didn't realize what happened until I had already crossed the street. I tell you, that has never happened to me in Miami. Maybe at a club, but definitely not in the middle of the street. Damn these dirty European men. Then as I was walking in utter disbelief and sheer rage I saw some girl with her tits out. OUT IN PLAIN SIGHT. Both of them. Not just a nipple either, I'm talking both of her tits for all to see. I told Lina "See, I bet she doesn't get her tits grabbed. You know why? Because they are too out there. Fucking bitch." For the record, she had fabulous breasts. They were not too big, and not too small, firm and perky with a really cute little nipple. But there was also the glaringly obvious fact that she had at some point in her life, been a man. The broad shoulders, brutish walk, and Adam's apple were a dead giveaway. But damn, the breasts money can buy! Ah fuck it, I gotta go get ready to go out tonight. And if anyone so much as comes near my boob I am gonna give em a swift kick in the dick.
Goodnight Madrid,
Grecia
Last night, Linis and I went to have dinner at Sol, but not before she came to my crib to pick up her birthday gift. I got her booze (Habana Club- the best fucking rum ever) cause I am a good friend and to make things extra classy, I got her her very own engraved flask. She was thrilled. Then I made her taste the booze I bought for myself (Limonetto) and she took that shit like a shot even though its a liquer, but I guess it was misleading cause Luz Helena served it in a shot glass. She felt really ghetto in front of Luz Helena but I assured her that Luz Helena is a drunkard so she needn't worry. By the time we got to Sol it was really late and I was passed the point of hunger (plus filled with syrupy sweet lemon flavored liquer) so I felt like vomiting. So I let Lina pick the restaurant. We sat at some outdoor cafe called Picote and ordered some food. The menu was very misleading because it was only pictures and not very good ones at that. I ordered some thing with two fried eggs, fried chorizo, and french fries. Talk about heart attack on a plate. Lina had a similar plate only she had a steak instead of chorizo. We ordered two claritas (a clarita is a watered down beer, but it is watered down with some kind of sweet soda water. I live on claritas.) and Lina ordered a coke for her to pour her booze into. We sat chatting for a while but it was proving difficult because some street performer was playing the accordion really loudlt next to us. I told Lina that I would pay the guy to leave cause he sucked so bad. The weather was very mild last night and I think it induced all of Madrid to get out in the street. It was kind of neat seeing all the Madrilenos out in full party gear. People here are so radically different from people stateside. I don' even know where to begin. But, I digress. While choking down that greasy ass dinner of ours we were approached by some bums. The first we gave him some change and the second we shooed. The first one was funny cause our waiter was like "Come on buddy let the people eat in peace" at which the bum became infuriated and started having a verbal altercation with the waiter. He was like "I don't bother you while you are working, so don't bother me." Then he proceeded to try to get the other waiter to side with him, which was really a great touch because he was complaining about the service. After a while Lina and I decided to scoot. We went towards Plaza Cibeles to catch our respective buses home and that's when it happened. I was sexually harrased in the middle of the freaking street. On the way to the bus some dude reached up and grabbed my boob and gave it a good squeeze too, that motherfucker!!! I was utterly shocked. But there was nothing to be done really, because he did it so on the sly that I didn't realize what happened until I had already crossed the street. I tell you, that has never happened to me in Miami. Maybe at a club, but definitely not in the middle of the street. Damn these dirty European men. Then as I was walking in utter disbelief and sheer rage I saw some girl with her tits out. OUT IN PLAIN SIGHT. Both of them. Not just a nipple either, I'm talking both of her tits for all to see. I told Lina "See, I bet she doesn't get her tits grabbed. You know why? Because they are too out there. Fucking bitch." For the record, she had fabulous breasts. They were not too big, and not too small, firm and perky with a really cute little nipple. But there was also the glaringly obvious fact that she had at some point in her life, been a man. The broad shoulders, brutish walk, and Adam's apple were a dead giveaway. But damn, the breasts money can buy! Ah fuck it, I gotta go get ready to go out tonight. And if anyone so much as comes near my boob I am gonna give em a swift kick in the dick.
Goodnight Madrid,
Grecia
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