the people you kinda meet

i meant to write this a while ago . . . here goes. sometimes when i can convince myself of the merits of this, i wake up early and go to the park for a morning constitutional. its lovely - i walk/run around the lake and smell the flowers and watch the sun rise and feel that all is right in my world.

now while i do this, i say greet (in romanian) the other joggers and dog walkers. well, a couple of weeks ago i said good morning to an older gentleman (me being diplomatic) strolling in the opposite direction. towards the end of my jog, i saw him again and attempted to nod. he decided that me needed to speak so he grabbed a hold of my hand and offered me some flowers he had picked. it was sooooo sweet and i was having shiny, happy - warm, fuzzy thoughts about people. but his greetings continued. he dumped more flowers on my head, then he pulled the collar of my shirt (dont worry i was wearing an ultra sexy sports bra) and dropped more flowers inside, then he gave me an uber hardy pat on the back. i had no idea what he was saying to me.
and i have no idea the purpose of this. maybe fertility well wishing, maybe we're married now, who knows. what sucks is that this dude is totally regular with his park walking habits. so now i see him ALL the time and he always has flowers. this may be the impetus for me to learn to run faster.

good times

last night i hung out with a friend and some of his friends. it was a fun and interesting experience - kinda like college but older - you know with the preparty before you party? as a lightweight, i could not participate fully but i have to say that i enjoyed watching - included in this was a bandoleer of premixed shots in small bottles (seriously like Rambo but without the bullets) , confetti as it was someones birthday, something akin to extreme yoga shots and of course dancing. i have to say that these guys have a serious and i do mean serious love of disco and funk which i find funny given their ages but hey i have serious love for the beegees - especially the one who seems to do nothing and gets paid for it.

then we went to a club i hadnt been to before where everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and dancing rather than posing and being seen.
ah . . . the people one meets in clubs. this included some dude who tried screaming politics in my ALL NIGHT LONG e.g. Romania is communist shit, America and Britain ruined Africa, etc. How does one think to have a political discussion on the dancefloor. all it does is send copious amounts of spit into my ear - totally not appreciated. then there was one dude who asked me to dance - i had to decline (song not that good among other reasons) then he attempts to persuade me with some disjointed ramblings that culminated with "my dream is to have a black girlfriend." sadly, i had to leave his dream unfulfilled (how does anyone think that will work?). I also had the pleasure of meeting another dude with shirt unbuttoned to the navel, lots of chest hair peeking, and the dance moves of a luuv-a. after i recovered from swooning at his hotness, i realized that he was just toooo potent or little ole me.

one of the guys i was with showed me how to waltz and i have to say i was totally pitiful. dancing a little vigorously led me to lose an earing and i was lopsided until a friend put another one in.
all in all, great night, great people (the ones i went with) and a nice taxi ride home around 5.

good taste?

today i went a money spendin'. okay it is hellaciously hot here and my feet just cannot stand confinement in such cases (i got a doctor's note). so on the lookout for shoes i popped into the electronics store - you know, just to make sure they werent hiding some in the back. and i remembered that bjork, who i luuuuuuuuvvv recently released a new album so i went a huntin'.

since she is touring this summer, am willing to offer my first born child to anyone who can get me tickets. am gonna be truthful and 'fess up that i've tried this first born child offer before and havent any takers that i remember so really is on a first come first serve basis when i finally pop one out. have to say that am sure this kid is gonna be awesome so its a really really sweet deal compared to the price of Bjork tickets.

onward to the whole cd thing. now, i didnt find bjork (total evidence of taste lacking) but i did find lots and lots and i do mean lots of billy idol. truthfully, was the single largest artist in the 'B' section. seeing how i do love him something awful - i decided to take this as evidence of good taste. so i guess that store is taste neutral?

bummed

i wrote up an entry - pictures and everything. then it went byebye. dont have in me to try and recreate it. losing stuff you spent time on totally bums me.

beer beer beer

as you know, noble and intrepid traveler that i am, when i visit someplace i endeavor to learn about and explore the culture of a place. therefore, i boldly set forth to plumb the depths of germany's greatest cultural achievements.

so i made sure that i had some beer. i was ready to imbibe in attempts to discover all the varying flavors and textures that minute but very real differences in ratios of ingredients can confer upon the beverage. sadly i am a retard and therefore unable to connoisseur anything. also am a lightweight (cheap date) and i mostly think beer tastes like buttock.

luckily and heartily for me the germans seem quite egalitarian about this unlike some other countries i've been to though i totally took advantage of the fact that beer is cheaper than water while in the czech republic. there is a special type of beer which is used to make very very tasty drinks that include such lovely combinations as beer with coke. some might say that its a misuse of the high and holy coca cola but i say its a pretty good way of making beer not be nasty. i also had lime beer. its kinda like limeade but with beer. ever so magical.

what i learned is that germans have found a way to bring culture to everyone, even girly girls who can't really appreciate the centuries of tradition, trial, error, blood, sweat, and tears that every glass of beer contains

Mogosoara

yeah. . . well i've not been busy so no excuse. we had a four day weekend cause its labor day (i totally love national holidays) so i did pretty much nothing but relax cause i've been at work for two weeks since the last vacation and . . . well one can always use a holiday. but today i got off my buttocks and went on a wee trip outside bucharest to visit Mogosoara palace. Its not quite a palace but a venetian style house built a few centuries ago by a prince. it over looks a pond and has lovely gardens and a surrounding forest. my friend jennifer and i hung out, walked, talked, and enjoyed the pretty scenery and weather. the palace passed through the hands of the prince's family but was later given to (stolen by) the state and turned into a museum. it was a little bare inside as Ceausescu as some point decided that the stuff inside would better serve the people as his own personal possessions and he took it all. aside from the whole dying by firing squad thing, I have decided that its good to be a dictator so am looking for a country - a small one would do - of my very own. also there was a statue of lenin and a communist governor of bucharest. after the revolution they tore the statues from where they were standing and dumped them on waste ground behind the palace so its now known as 'the grave of 'lenin'' kind cool so jennifer and i enjoyed it.

on riding the tram home i was reduced to childhood again. we saw this little old lady and tried to give her our seats. she patted our cheeks and i think told us how nice girls we were. jennifer's romanian is way way way better than mine so she spoke to her but it and she was sooo cute. ah lovely day, but sadly the monstrous head of work looms over my tomorrow.