A dude at Lapa's Arches
This was a busy wekend. In the middle of lonely times and barking dogs I found some time to go out with some longe-time-no-see friends. And I must say it was very good, at some points.
At ten I left Kesler's house and the awesome 300 movie behind and walked up ('cause it's a ladder) to João's house. But the point is: the street was completely desert and I was completely afraid of being robed again in the same street. Whoever looked to me at that time would see a psycho-maniacal nerd (I said nerd, not node) with unclean glasses and unshaved beard walking like "Michael Jackson performing the moonwalk". So, that was the funny part of the night.
Reaching there, I met Ninja(a guy who is completely crazy for martial arts), Big Johnn (a big bear-like dude), Marihá (some kind of Digimon with a REALLY funny laugh), Bin Laden (not The real man, just another copy), Rodrigo (who is just Rodrigo) and Hey!Daniel, a buddy o' mine who is an awesome fella. So, people gathered together, pockets ready, we launched...to a night house. At that time I was already saying "I'll go home!". Then they suggested Lapa. I was a little more comfortable with that idea, even if I wasn't sure of that.
So, at that time we were separated in two cars, Big John, Marihá, me and Rodrigo at the famous Roach-Car (or, commonly called Ford KA), and Ninja and Bin Laden at the Celta. When we got there, and I can say that with my stuffed chest, we parked in U.S.A. Yes, you read that correctly, we parked at THE U.S.A. At the consul, of course. So, we walked down the street, 'til we reach those huge Arches.
And the next hours were a mix of temptations: girls asking to make out, people offering me drinks, cigarrette smoke in the air, a drunk who was trying to make funny jokes and a dog that was trying to pee at Big John's feet. I don't know exactly why they weren't drinking, if it was in respect of me or if they didn't have money (probably the 2nd one), but they stayed sober all night, drinking only a dose of Tequila ( something to drink with salt and lemon...maybe it's tasty, but it contained alcohol, so i didn't taste).
And then, we headed to the Big Rotten White Wolf. Big Rotten, for those who don't know what in the name of Jesus Christ is that, is some kind of burguer shop, but poor. So, an X-Everything, that contains 2 eggs, bacon, hamburguer, greens, tomatoes, onions and a little bit of ear dust, was about 3,00 reais. That's about 1,50 dollars. But it's very tasty, since your stomach can handle that. (I won't even mention how was my guts the next day, so I won't cause any psychological problems)
And that was my friday.
Tomorrow, college comin' up and hopefuly I'll have many stories to tell too.
God bless my readers, in the name of Jesus. Amen.
Ps.: I need a name for a Christian Heavy-Metal band.
At ten I left Kesler's house and the awesome 300 movie behind and walked up ('cause it's a ladder) to João's house. But the point is: the street was completely desert and I was completely afraid of being robed again in the same street. Whoever looked to me at that time would see a psycho-maniacal nerd (I said nerd, not node) with unclean glasses and unshaved beard walking like "Michael Jackson performing the moonwalk". So, that was the funny part of the night.
Reaching there, I met Ninja(a guy who is completely crazy for martial arts), Big Johnn (a big bear-like dude), Marihá (some kind of Digimon with a REALLY funny laugh), Bin Laden (not The real man, just another copy), Rodrigo (who is just Rodrigo) and Hey!Daniel, a buddy o' mine who is an awesome fella. So, people gathered together, pockets ready, we launched...to a night house. At that time I was already saying "I'll go home!". Then they suggested Lapa. I was a little more comfortable with that idea, even if I wasn't sure of that.
So, at that time we were separated in two cars, Big John, Marihá, me and Rodrigo at the famous Roach-Car (or, commonly called Ford KA), and Ninja and Bin Laden at the Celta. When we got there, and I can say that with my stuffed chest, we parked in U.S.A. Yes, you read that correctly, we parked at THE U.S.A. At the consul, of course. So, we walked down the street, 'til we reach those huge Arches.
And the next hours were a mix of temptations: girls asking to make out, people offering me drinks, cigarrette smoke in the air, a drunk who was trying to make funny jokes and a dog that was trying to pee at Big John's feet. I don't know exactly why they weren't drinking, if it was in respect of me or if they didn't have money (probably the 2nd one), but they stayed sober all night, drinking only a dose of Tequila ( something to drink with salt and lemon...maybe it's tasty, but it contained alcohol, so i didn't taste).
And then, we headed to the Big Rotten White Wolf. Big Rotten, for those who don't know what in the name of Jesus Christ is that, is some kind of burguer shop, but poor. So, an X-Everything, that contains 2 eggs, bacon, hamburguer, greens, tomatoes, onions and a little bit of ear dust, was about 3,00 reais. That's about 1,50 dollars. But it's very tasty, since your stomach can handle that. (I won't even mention how was my guts the next day, so I won't cause any psychological problems)
And that was my friday.
Tomorrow, college comin' up and hopefuly I'll have many stories to tell too.
God bless my readers, in the name of Jesus. Amen.
Ps.: I need a name for a Christian Heavy-Metal band.