Never try to outstubborn a cat.
"Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail you to years of patient death or instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self respect."
Robert A. Heinlein, pick up any of his books. Just not "Time enough for love" read as many of his other works as possible before you jump into this masterpeice.
Block party last night, I think I confused a few people, including a spanish girl from Columbia named "Helga" .. Go figure that one out for me. Tip: If some one locks a balchony door to make for a closed party, then its usualy for one of two reason. Get a good look from a nearby ledge, if the party is falling apart do to drama, or police tell the closest man by the door to open it up if he doesn't jump for the railing. Tell some one who looks comfortable by the door to open it to a prespecified knock.
I Step into the kitchen and order a rather tall kid with a nice splash of acne to grab me a shot. He ask for shotglasses I hand him a shooter, and tell him to wash it out. Before he can tell me my options I remind him that I asked for vodka. He complies as I search for a target, some chump stumbles into me, and I hand him the shot and tell him to give it to a girl. Shots are 3 dolars tonight. Aparently tall kid has a name, and it is Ryan. Ryan thought what I just did was funny, Ryan grabs me another shot, just as some blonde girl who has been tending the drinks all night starts to chew him out for stealing her booze, Aparently I'm not the only one who thinks this is funny as some bro with a voice strait off the beach of cali starts egging her on. I tell him to grab a shot while she is distracted, he does she notices after the deed is done. "Cheers" he says in that sunny drawl, Lisa yells at everyone and hugs 3 bottles of liquor like she is protecting a new borne child from the cold. I notice surfer boy never washed out his glass, vodka + red stuff and spit, yummy. I thank Ryan for his services and tell him I'm sorry for the trouble, he laughs about it and I hand my shot to surfer boy. Must I always laugh last?
Afore mentioned Helga is arguing with a friend of mine. I set myself up to intercept her boyfriend if their is trouble. The conversation turns friendly though as Justin (the friend) brings up a young lady Catalina also from Columbia. Helga thinks she may know Catalina, Justin doubts this, I'm interested and don't feel hostility any more. I complement on how she pronounces Catalina, its nothing short of seductive. I tell her that now I believe she is actualy from Columbia and proceed to ask where I can get the hook up on the cartel. This infuriates miss Helga,
"Columbia isn't all drug dealers and cocain"
"Sure" Pleased with myself with the return of hostilities I crack a real smile, besides, Helga is beautifull woman, and looks better angry. I ask the nearest person what comes to mind when they think of Columbia, ask yourself if you want to know his answer. Fortunately I ended up asking Helga's best friend, Diago, him siding with me ruins her argument, being drunk and now defeated she proceeds to say "No" a good 4-5 times in a row while I give her a dirty look. Spoken like the the rape victem that country is. Luck being a lady of corse Lisa stops by and tries to con me into bying her a drink.. Lisa can grind all she wants, but that ass looks like annorexia and I'm poor. I tell Diago to buy Helga a shot and slowly Push Lisa about 2 inches from me. Enough so she is not touching me, not enough to scourn. Diago's distracting Lisa now, its just me, Helga, and my demands that she tell me what else Columbia has to offer. She tells me she spent some time in Cancoon.... It dawns on me Helga doesn't speek much english, so I suggest that arguing with her is useless, her drug lord father will just kill me if I win. She hears druglord and Father, welcome back hostility :-)
Just then lighting strikes. Her cell phone rings, and Diago tells me its her boyfriend, she hands the phone to him and he walks away with it. Its probaly his starwards buddies. Helga and I enjoy a softer conversation as I emplore her to enrich me with the depths of culture and beauty that Columbia no doubt has to offer. She tells me Columbia is not all drug dealers. Diago returns and I inquire why he was speaking to her boyfriend. He tells me he was giving him directions, this means only one thing !
"Diago, is her boy friend violent?"
"No, he doesn't want any trouble"
"Just as I thought Diago, don't you worry I'm dating a Lesbian upstairs" I place my hand softly on his chest and tell him its my long hair, he shuts up. Helga doesn't seem to understand a word of this, but what she does know is that she wants my number. I give her Justin's number and walk away, stopping by Justin on the couch as he is wondering who just called him, I exsplain the situation to him. Aparently this same girl was angry with Justin earlier for not letting him smoke, Victory is ours.
Walking out I give Chris (The doorman) the heads up on whats good inside, and tell him to watch the door I'll may be right back. Stepping out I listen to some smooth cats freestyle and beat box for a few while they feed me a bottle of vodka. VodkAmazing. I shoot up stairs and proceed to do what any young red blooded american would do at a colledge block party. Urinate off the 3rd story balcony, as people walk by. Just as they wonder outloud if some one is pissing I start banging on the railing, drawing attention. Now tha they have a good veiw they are fair game :-D I take Aim, and they scatter. 0 Targets hit, but moraly, another job well done.
Aparently there is a mexican marketer with a bootle of wine on my porch. I <3 wine. This wine sucks, exspecialy after a hearty chug. I begin to question this chap on what his Major is good for, what is he aiming to do in the world as a Marketeer. Just in Time, Justin shows up and makes it clear that his education is useless, and no one in their right mind should persue marketing. Exspecialy not when they have a lisp, I crack into that wine again then hand it back to Pedro, or what ever his name was. He leaves, half defeated, half stimulated by questions but mostly drunk.
Egg drop soup for the win, its bed time for Jesse.
"To be "Matter of fact" about the world is to blunder into fantasy--and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderfull."
Robert A. Heinlein, pick up any of his books. Just not "Time enough for love" read as many of his other works as possible before you jump into this masterpeice.
Block party last night, I think I confused a few people, including a spanish girl from Columbia named "Helga" .. Go figure that one out for me. Tip: If some one locks a balchony door to make for a closed party, then its usualy for one of two reason. Get a good look from a nearby ledge, if the party is falling apart do to drama, or police tell the closest man by the door to open it up if he doesn't jump for the railing. Tell some one who looks comfortable by the door to open it to a prespecified knock.
I Step into the kitchen and order a rather tall kid with a nice splash of acne to grab me a shot. He ask for shotglasses I hand him a shooter, and tell him to wash it out. Before he can tell me my options I remind him that I asked for vodka. He complies as I search for a target, some chump stumbles into me, and I hand him the shot and tell him to give it to a girl. Shots are 3 dolars tonight. Aparently tall kid has a name, and it is Ryan. Ryan thought what I just did was funny, Ryan grabs me another shot, just as some blonde girl who has been tending the drinks all night starts to chew him out for stealing her booze, Aparently I'm not the only one who thinks this is funny as some bro with a voice strait off the beach of cali starts egging her on. I tell him to grab a shot while she is distracted, he does she notices after the deed is done. "Cheers" he says in that sunny drawl, Lisa yells at everyone and hugs 3 bottles of liquor like she is protecting a new borne child from the cold. I notice surfer boy never washed out his glass, vodka + red stuff and spit, yummy. I thank Ryan for his services and tell him I'm sorry for the trouble, he laughs about it and I hand my shot to surfer boy. Must I always laugh last?
Afore mentioned Helga is arguing with a friend of mine. I set myself up to intercept her boyfriend if their is trouble. The conversation turns friendly though as Justin (the friend) brings up a young lady Catalina also from Columbia. Helga thinks she may know Catalina, Justin doubts this, I'm interested and don't feel hostility any more. I complement on how she pronounces Catalina, its nothing short of seductive. I tell her that now I believe she is actualy from Columbia and proceed to ask where I can get the hook up on the cartel. This infuriates miss Helga,
"Columbia isn't all drug dealers and cocain"
"Sure" Pleased with myself with the return of hostilities I crack a real smile, besides, Helga is beautifull woman, and looks better angry. I ask the nearest person what comes to mind when they think of Columbia, ask yourself if you want to know his answer. Fortunately I ended up asking Helga's best friend, Diago, him siding with me ruins her argument, being drunk and now defeated she proceeds to say "No" a good 4-5 times in a row while I give her a dirty look. Spoken like the the rape victem that country is. Luck being a lady of corse Lisa stops by and tries to con me into bying her a drink.. Lisa can grind all she wants, but that ass looks like annorexia and I'm poor. I tell Diago to buy Helga a shot and slowly Push Lisa about 2 inches from me. Enough so she is not touching me, not enough to scourn. Diago's distracting Lisa now, its just me, Helga, and my demands that she tell me what else Columbia has to offer. She tells me she spent some time in Cancoon.... It dawns on me Helga doesn't speek much english, so I suggest that arguing with her is useless, her drug lord father will just kill me if I win. She hears druglord and Father, welcome back hostility :-)
Just then lighting strikes. Her cell phone rings, and Diago tells me its her boyfriend, she hands the phone to him and he walks away with it. Its probaly his starwards buddies. Helga and I enjoy a softer conversation as I emplore her to enrich me with the depths of culture and beauty that Columbia no doubt has to offer. She tells me Columbia is not all drug dealers. Diago returns and I inquire why he was speaking to her boyfriend. He tells me he was giving him directions, this means only one thing !
"Diago, is her boy friend violent?"
"No, he doesn't want any trouble"
"Just as I thought Diago, don't you worry I'm dating a Lesbian upstairs" I place my hand softly on his chest and tell him its my long hair, he shuts up. Helga doesn't seem to understand a word of this, but what she does know is that she wants my number. I give her Justin's number and walk away, stopping by Justin on the couch as he is wondering who just called him, I exsplain the situation to him. Aparently this same girl was angry with Justin earlier for not letting him smoke, Victory is ours.
Walking out I give Chris (The doorman) the heads up on whats good inside, and tell him to watch the door I'll may be right back. Stepping out I listen to some smooth cats freestyle and beat box for a few while they feed me a bottle of vodka. VodkAmazing. I shoot up stairs and proceed to do what any young red blooded american would do at a colledge block party. Urinate off the 3rd story balcony, as people walk by. Just as they wonder outloud if some one is pissing I start banging on the railing, drawing attention. Now tha they have a good veiw they are fair game :-D I take Aim, and they scatter. 0 Targets hit, but moraly, another job well done.
Aparently there is a mexican marketer with a bootle of wine on my porch. I <3 wine. This wine sucks, exspecialy after a hearty chug. I begin to question this chap on what his Major is good for, what is he aiming to do in the world as a Marketeer. Just in Time, Justin shows up and makes it clear that his education is useless, and no one in their right mind should persue marketing. Exspecialy not when they have a lisp, I crack into that wine again then hand it back to Pedro, or what ever his name was. He leaves, half defeated, half stimulated by questions but mostly drunk.
Egg drop soup for the win, its bed time for Jesse.
"To be "Matter of fact" about the world is to blunder into fantasy--and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderfull."