latin. america.
1147pm tuesday 14 November 2006
alright, i’m at the adeventure inn, and the adventure... let me tell you about the adventure to this point:
got a traveler’s check rejected at the currency exchange place.
told them to fuck themselves.
met the most rad taxi dude ever. this was two hours ago. he’s still the only person i’ve talked to and he’s got me totally convinced that i can speak spanish already. i mean, like a retard, but still... he understood me!!!
the internet worked here for a second, but not anymore.
there’s a bidet in the bathroom, and i love that shit. seriously. no pun. just cleaner. or, mas limpio. no es sucio.
see that, fuckers? at least as good as a retard.
talked to marlon. he’s on it. i did wake him up. and i feel bad about that, but we’ll be friends and i’ll take care of the guilt through my kindness and stuff.
i do have the ridiculous urge to go out and explore san jose, but that’s just gonna have to wait, kiddies. i’m thinking the night before rosen and harman hit town i’ll do a little scout, and then it’s on.
of course, there are reminders of michelle everywhere. doesn’t help that the last (and really only) time i’ve done any world traveling was with her, but i see her everywhere. the place i’m in tonight is just like the place in chiang mai. then there’s how it’s kinda just like her first night in bangkok when i tried to make things fun and full of learning and she was all about sleeping, except tonight i’m trying to make things fun and adventurous and I’M all about sleeping... and, no joke, the featured cocktail on the plane was a DIRTY MARTINI.
i drank 'em.
plus, i’ve got this hippy backpack...
whatever. i love that girl and i wish she was here. i guess i’ll have to settle for marlon. and divina on the red motorcycle. and antonio my taxi driver. poor excuses for a michelle though. all of them. individually and combined (and the whole thing is actually a revolting thought so i’m through with writing. buenas noches.).
alright, i’m at the adeventure inn, and the adventure... let me tell you about the adventure to this point:
got a traveler’s check rejected at the currency exchange place.
told them to fuck themselves.
met the most rad taxi dude ever. this was two hours ago. he’s still the only person i’ve talked to and he’s got me totally convinced that i can speak spanish already. i mean, like a retard, but still... he understood me!!!
the internet worked here for a second, but not anymore.
there’s a bidet in the bathroom, and i love that shit. seriously. no pun. just cleaner. or, mas limpio. no es sucio.
see that, fuckers? at least as good as a retard.
talked to marlon. he’s on it. i did wake him up. and i feel bad about that, but we’ll be friends and i’ll take care of the guilt through my kindness and stuff.
i do have the ridiculous urge to go out and explore san jose, but that’s just gonna have to wait, kiddies. i’m thinking the night before rosen and harman hit town i’ll do a little scout, and then it’s on.
of course, there are reminders of michelle everywhere. doesn’t help that the last (and really only) time i’ve done any world traveling was with her, but i see her everywhere. the place i’m in tonight is just like the place in chiang mai. then there’s how it’s kinda just like her first night in bangkok when i tried to make things fun and full of learning and she was all about sleeping, except tonight i’m trying to make things fun and adventurous and I’M all about sleeping... and, no joke, the featured cocktail on the plane was a DIRTY MARTINI.
i drank 'em.
plus, i’ve got this hippy backpack...
whatever. i love that girl and i wish she was here. i guess i’ll have to settle for marlon. and divina on the red motorcycle. and antonio my taxi driver. poor excuses for a michelle though. all of them. individually and combined (and the whole thing is actually a revolting thought so i’m through with writing. buenas noches.).
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