6 Days In Love Rehab :)
Bar Hopping
Ok, my life is officially back on track. Yesterday was spent raging against my stubborn cold, I won! Since I am more than a bit determined to be happy and explore life again I jumped on the train to Västerås to join an old guy friend and his woman and a friend for a drink in a bar. Never set foot in the bar before since it's a grown up bar... figures that I'm actually grown up now! When did that happen? After a bear and lots of laughs and discourse on the finer irony of life, we hopped to the next bar finally ending up at BMB, Blue Moon Bar.
The Butt Boy
This grandiose place has 4 dance floors and lots and lots of ridiculously horny and desperate men... not my favorite flavor. This one dude originally from Morocco started out friendly enough. Talked to all of us, non flirty until he joined us on the dance floor where he engaged in this tribal but shaking hands flying sort of a courting dance. He kept on doing the 70ies but bumping but thingi on me, which I grew seriously annoyed with. It wasn't until my new girl friend warned me about his attentions and apparent interest in me that I realized it was me he was trying to court. Haha. The situation grew worse when his friend joined us in the same manner apparently aiming on getting my friend by an even worse tribal shake. Me and new friend hastily fled the scene not even bothering to give a good explanation. The guy more or less chased us lurking outside the bathroom... jeees.
The Bailing Boy
After a long evening of dance laughs new and old friends I found my voice failing and legs throbbing. It was time to go home. Since my mom lives in the countryside there aren't any busses... more or less. And I found that the buss wasn't gonna leave until 02.30 and it was 24.30... well it was more or less what I had suspected.
What I didn't expect to find at the bus stop was a guy lying motionless on the bench, no jacket in the freezing night air. Me, being a good citizen immediately checked for vital signs, receiving a loud drunken snore. I was tying to shake life into the poor bastard when a taxi drove up beside us asking if we needed help. "I don't but he certainly does, can't leave him in the cold like this" taxi man jumped out of the car and assisted me with the drunken doosh. 5 min later we were both in the taxi on our way, apparently we live in the same area. I had 70 kr only. The drunk said he had money and the Taxi man believed him. I didn't. I didn't wanna take responsibility and said so. The drunk sat murmuring and laughing by himself in the back seat while the Taxi man tried to hmmm flirt... to my surprise it was a nice ride. I enjoyed his harmless flirting almost as much as Mr drunk apparently did. He acted as if he wasn't sure where he lived. I told taxi man straight out that this guy was gonna bail. Mr drunk sniggered nervously and Taxi man shrugged it off saying "nooo he will pay". Oops I thought when Mr Drunk juped out of the back seat falling in to a bush trying to flee through a dark garden in a drunken trot. Mr Taxi didn't hesitate just murmuring it's not about the money as he sprang from the car in a hot pursuit. I turned of the car and stepped out hearing bustling and shouting in the distance. Mr taxi came back with a smile on his face shouting it was not about the money with a triumphant grin and Baling Boy's cell in his hand. After commiserating his bad luck and complaining about how untrustworthy people can be he dropped me off at my place with 70kr and 1 cell and 1 more taxi story to tell. He seemed content with the outcome. And I fell asleep with a smile thinking that life is kinda exiting anyway.
Cheers from Love Rehab! <3
Ok, my life is officially back on track. Yesterday was spent raging against my stubborn cold, I won! Since I am more than a bit determined to be happy and explore life again I jumped on the train to Västerås to join an old guy friend and his woman and a friend for a drink in a bar. Never set foot in the bar before since it's a grown up bar... figures that I'm actually grown up now! When did that happen? After a bear and lots of laughs and discourse on the finer irony of life, we hopped to the next bar finally ending up at BMB, Blue Moon Bar.
The Butt Boy
This grandiose place has 4 dance floors and lots and lots of ridiculously horny and desperate men... not my favorite flavor. This one dude originally from Morocco started out friendly enough. Talked to all of us, non flirty until he joined us on the dance floor where he engaged in this tribal but shaking hands flying sort of a courting dance. He kept on doing the 70ies but bumping but thingi on me, which I grew seriously annoyed with. It wasn't until my new girl friend warned me about his attentions and apparent interest in me that I realized it was me he was trying to court. Haha. The situation grew worse when his friend joined us in the same manner apparently aiming on getting my friend by an even worse tribal shake. Me and new friend hastily fled the scene not even bothering to give a good explanation. The guy more or less chased us lurking outside the bathroom... jeees.
The Bailing Boy
After a long evening of dance laughs new and old friends I found my voice failing and legs throbbing. It was time to go home. Since my mom lives in the countryside there aren't any busses... more or less. And I found that the buss wasn't gonna leave until 02.30 and it was 24.30... well it was more or less what I had suspected.
What I didn't expect to find at the bus stop was a guy lying motionless on the bench, no jacket in the freezing night air. Me, being a good citizen immediately checked for vital signs, receiving a loud drunken snore. I was tying to shake life into the poor bastard when a taxi drove up beside us asking if we needed help. "I don't but he certainly does, can't leave him in the cold like this" taxi man jumped out of the car and assisted me with the drunken doosh. 5 min later we were both in the taxi on our way, apparently we live in the same area. I had 70 kr only. The drunk said he had money and the Taxi man believed him. I didn't. I didn't wanna take responsibility and said so. The drunk sat murmuring and laughing by himself in the back seat while the Taxi man tried to hmmm flirt... to my surprise it was a nice ride. I enjoyed his harmless flirting almost as much as Mr drunk apparently did. He acted as if he wasn't sure where he lived. I told taxi man straight out that this guy was gonna bail. Mr drunk sniggered nervously and Taxi man shrugged it off saying "nooo he will pay". Oops I thought when Mr Drunk juped out of the back seat falling in to a bush trying to flee through a dark garden in a drunken trot. Mr Taxi didn't hesitate just murmuring it's not about the money as he sprang from the car in a hot pursuit. I turned of the car and stepped out hearing bustling and shouting in the distance. Mr taxi came back with a smile on his face shouting it was not about the money with a triumphant grin and Baling Boy's cell in his hand. After commiserating his bad luck and complaining about how untrustworthy people can be he dropped me off at my place with 70kr and 1 cell and 1 more taxi story to tell. He seemed content with the outcome. And I fell asleep with a smile thinking that life is kinda exiting anyway.
Cheers from Love Rehab! <3
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