street urchins and bollywood music
ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT
bollywood music = locally known as manele, is a a romanian version of bollywood rhythms
for the love of god, enough with the crazy frog song and the bollywood/romanian eurodance hit of the summer (mastershaman may know to which one I'm refering, it's been everywhere, except at the rock pub tasha and I went to last night - and had to climb the Feleac, the local hill here in ye fine Cluj, which Feleac is a fucking steep and tall hill, I may add, and the pub is inconveniently located at the very top. But we couldn't complain, cos it was FINALLY FOREIGN MUSIC less than 10 years old AND not eurodance!!!).
the worse thing than the music being blasted here is the street urchin population. Try sitting down for a pint and they will find you, occasionally with a picture of frowning jesus (what would jesus do?? give them your change) or other times they would just mumble something that would end in "...god bless" and then hang closely next to you, as if their insistence wouldn't just make you get more stubborn in your decision not to shove them some change. The best yet is when they come straight to you and demand small change and argue with you if you simply say no. I gotta say, my idealistic (as per mom) embarrassment at not shoving away people who looked to be way way worse off than me lasted about an evening, after which I was ready to throw an ashtray at any small child who looked too insistently in our direction.
UPSIDE
the upside of the past two weeks has been tasha, of course. She kept being vaguely amused by everything, and, in turn, made me laugh, too (which was my initial response, too, until i realised i had to live here for a while; you'd laugh too if the most happenin' place in your town was the all-in-one regular/ drive-thru mickey d's and there were insanely many cellular phone stores and people ate pizza with ketchup and the taxis were so tiny you had to sit with the luggage in the backseat cos it wouldn't fit in the trunk). Plus, you know, the apex of a ldr is the time spent together, which was great, even though different than the time we hung out in NYC (no kidding different!). Although having the parent who's grown considerably conservative over the past 9 years meet your gf can be delicate. Thankfully, there was a language barrier, so the rudeness was kept to a minimum (to be fair, mom went back and forth between being rude and sweet/thoughtful). Well, at least now it is clear to me that my next goal is to leave behind eurodancebolywood and move close to my hot and funny girl.
...and I hope your past fortnight was fun too ;)
bollywood music = locally known as manele, is a a romanian version of bollywood rhythms
for the love of god, enough with the crazy frog song and the bollywood/romanian eurodance hit of the summer (mastershaman may know to which one I'm refering, it's been everywhere, except at the rock pub tasha and I went to last night - and had to climb the Feleac, the local hill here in ye fine Cluj, which Feleac is a fucking steep and tall hill, I may add, and the pub is inconveniently located at the very top. But we couldn't complain, cos it was FINALLY FOREIGN MUSIC less than 10 years old AND not eurodance!!!).
the worse thing than the music being blasted here is the street urchin population. Try sitting down for a pint and they will find you, occasionally with a picture of frowning jesus (what would jesus do?? give them your change) or other times they would just mumble something that would end in "...god bless" and then hang closely next to you, as if their insistence wouldn't just make you get more stubborn in your decision not to shove them some change. The best yet is when they come straight to you and demand small change and argue with you if you simply say no. I gotta say, my idealistic (as per mom) embarrassment at not shoving away people who looked to be way way worse off than me lasted about an evening, after which I was ready to throw an ashtray at any small child who looked too insistently in our direction.
UPSIDE
the upside of the past two weeks has been tasha, of course. She kept being vaguely amused by everything, and, in turn, made me laugh, too (which was my initial response, too, until i realised i had to live here for a while; you'd laugh too if the most happenin' place in your town was the all-in-one regular/ drive-thru mickey d's and there were insanely many cellular phone stores and people ate pizza with ketchup and the taxis were so tiny you had to sit with the luggage in the backseat cos it wouldn't fit in the trunk). Plus, you know, the apex of a ldr is the time spent together, which was great, even though different than the time we hung out in NYC (no kidding different!). Although having the parent who's grown considerably conservative over the past 9 years meet your gf can be delicate. Thankfully, there was a language barrier, so the rudeness was kept to a minimum (to be fair, mom went back and forth between being rude and sweet/thoughtful). Well, at least now it is clear to me that my next goal is to leave behind eurodancebolywood and move close to my hot and funny girl.
...and I hope your past fortnight was fun too ;)