Livin Da Vida Loca
Dressed in a nice dark pair of Levi's, with comfortable Calvin Klein's underneath, topped with a fitting grey vest and a crisp white shirt, I slipped my new Ravels on as quickly as I could, already late. Stepping out of my house and onto the street, I felt invigorated and ready for a chilled night out. The wind was bitter, but I'd just come out of a hot shower, so it felt really refreshing.
Fast forward half an hour, we're all seated comfortably in Las Iguanas, having Margaritas, Caipiranhas and Mojitos, whilst the girls sipped Raspberry Daiquiris. It was the start of a really nice night out - pleasant, good, clean fun with just enough alcohol to get everyone's spirits up and going. The company was good, conversation decent, food not too shabby either. Inspired by an episode of Queer Eye, I'd decided to put on the charm, or more rather, see whether I had any of it.
The target? Kiaran, a French and Linguistic student, pretty, very friendly, highly approachable. Spent the night largely talking to her, generally chatting, though not exactly chatting her up, as I'd realised slowly that she was probably going out with another guy in our crowd... Or at least, they may be. Hans had the same general vibe...
The result? Lord knows. She was interesting, but I think that we'd not very much in common. Still, no harm done, it was friendly conversation. Hans did pass a comment that I handled conversations with girls well...
Queer Eye.
Drank well and long, but stayed and am now still very very sober. Smoked some ciggies too, felt good. For dinner, I had Fajitas Bife, which was unexpectedly decent - not exactly Chilli's, but not bad...
A magarita, caipiranha, mojito, an espresso, 2 cigarettes later, we chugged off to Moloko's next door for the rest of the evening. The rest of the evening was quite humdrum, but not in a bad way... A double malibu and a flamed absinthe and another 2 cigarettes later, it was time to call the night. And it was only midnight.
Anyway, I think I'm starting to be a little happier than I was before - as evidenced in the rapid declining of quality in writing and evident lack of creative energy. Such a dichotomy; being happy makes me write crap, writing well means I feel like crap.
Sigh...
Just looked at myself in the mirror and I've definitely grown a little bigger. Yay. I kinda look like this now:
No more scrawny little Square. Maybe I could become a slightly buffed up Square. Hmm.
By the by, stupid me forgot to take a picture of the Semi-Freddo, but here's one from the recipe book. Mine looked almost like it. Really!
Got to get back to work now... Must start searching for that creative energy again - this is such a crap blog.
Fast forward half an hour, we're all seated comfortably in Las Iguanas, having Margaritas, Caipiranhas and Mojitos, whilst the girls sipped Raspberry Daiquiris. It was the start of a really nice night out - pleasant, good, clean fun with just enough alcohol to get everyone's spirits up and going. The company was good, conversation decent, food not too shabby either. Inspired by an episode of Queer Eye, I'd decided to put on the charm, or more rather, see whether I had any of it.
The target? Kiaran, a French and Linguistic student, pretty, very friendly, highly approachable. Spent the night largely talking to her, generally chatting, though not exactly chatting her up, as I'd realised slowly that she was probably going out with another guy in our crowd... Or at least, they may be. Hans had the same general vibe...
The result? Lord knows. She was interesting, but I think that we'd not very much in common. Still, no harm done, it was friendly conversation. Hans did pass a comment that I handled conversations with girls well...
Queer Eye.
Drank well and long, but stayed and am now still very very sober. Smoked some ciggies too, felt good. For dinner, I had Fajitas Bife, which was unexpectedly decent - not exactly Chilli's, but not bad...
A magarita, caipiranha, mojito, an espresso, 2 cigarettes later, we chugged off to Moloko's next door for the rest of the evening. The rest of the evening was quite humdrum, but not in a bad way... A double malibu and a flamed absinthe and another 2 cigarettes later, it was time to call the night. And it was only midnight.
Anyway, I think I'm starting to be a little happier than I was before - as evidenced in the rapid declining of quality in writing and evident lack of creative energy. Such a dichotomy; being happy makes me write crap, writing well means I feel like crap.
Sigh...
Just looked at myself in the mirror and I've definitely grown a little bigger. Yay. I kinda look like this now:
No more scrawny little Square. Maybe I could become a slightly buffed up Square. Hmm.
By the by, stupid me forgot to take a picture of the Semi-Freddo, but here's one from the recipe book. Mine looked almost like it. Really!
Got to get back to work now... Must start searching for that creative energy again - this is such a crap blog.
1 Comments:
As if reality TV weren't bad enough ! Now we have to get the "blow by blow" of people's exceedingly boring and uninteresting lives. Really, put your creative juices to work and make something INTERESTING up for God's sake. Why would you post this crap , it's crap ! Isn't there enough crap in the world. I think you should print out all your entries and use them to fertilize a garden.
Do I care about your outfit NO
Do I care about your lack of a girlfriend NO
Do I care you probably won't be getting laid by any of your fantasy ladies soon NO
Do I think you need to get off your computer and start living in UV light YES !!!!!
Dude , you're in college you're 21? Do SOMETHING !!!!
Seems to me life is passing you by one keystroke at a time.
By bitchyamerican, at 11:38 AM
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