On her last night here we went out. At night the Ballaro market turns into this big festa and we drank a couple of zibibbo's and just chilled out. Suddenly P and I noticed a huge poster of Tony Colombo on the wall. It's this really cheesy Napolitan singer and on the poster he's touching his forehead with his fingers, it looks really ridiculous.
We ripped the poster down and walked around with it. Some guys passed us with a car, saw the poster and started shouting: Too-ny Colom-boo, Too-ny Colom-boo!
So we continued shouting it the whole way to Via Candelai where we got some kebab. P went to the toilet and I sat there outside alone, with Tony, when another car stopped and 40 something year-old guys started asking me questions about Tony. They told me Tony was gay, so I turned to Tony, stroke his cheek and whispered: non ti preoccupare (don't worry!)
after what the guys drove away.
It's actually amazing how many boys told us Tony is gay and then run after us, playing Tony's newest hits from their mobiles. Go figure.
There was also this Turkish slash Egiptian looking guy who hit on P and then P asked him if he was a terrorist and the guy answered happily: yes, yes I am a tourist!
Good luck to him on all the European borders.
Coming back home is also always very interesting because you never know who the fuck is sleeping in the corridor, on the balcony, or even in your own room. The Polish people have a tendency to invite new people over after every 2 days. And that doesn't mean the first ones have left. At some point there were I think around 10 Polish people sleeping on every vacant spot in the flat.
One afternoon I secretly took this pic because I couldn't stop laughing. No idea who these people were and why the hell did they sleep on the couch on our balcony where my underwear was drying.
One Saturday me and P went out together again, after a long break. We started in our kitchen with a bottle of Martini. Before leaving we drew a circle on the table with sugar and those colorful little candies you put on cakes, 2 plastic squirrels in pink dresses from Mcdonalds, one huge sheep-shaped cake, 2 candles and an onion.
After finishing the bottle (we're actually pretty darn fast with it), we went to Candelai (ahaha one girl from England always sms's: hey lets go to Candelight. xD ), where some guys failed to hit on us, and took some rum and pear shots (my personal favourites) and wandered to a club called Lulu. It was their closing party. In the Facebook event description they wrote: Summer is coming so we gotta close. Join us on Saturday blabla
Like... wtf guys? Summer is coming? Gotta order more vodka, that's what we gotta do.
Anyway, we went in, after that my memories are kinda foggy. Then we went back to Candelai and took some more rum and pear shots. Oh and in Lulu we got ourselves Vodka Redbulls. Which were surprisingly big.
The next day actually some random guy told me on FB that he had seen me on Candelai and he had shouted my first and last name and I ignored him. Pretty lame actually. To call me by my last name. xD
Then we met our long lost friend A, the one who had those animals on sticks in his corridor, that made me pee my pants. He was with a friend whose face or name I don't remember. But he was there. I remember asking him if he was A's friend, when A was in the toilet. And then the guy happily said yes and I handed him A's drink and said: then hold it. if u're a good friend.
And then me and P just left. I don't remember exactly where we went and what we did, but later we found ourselves in Lulu again. We wanted to ask the DJ for Californian Girls by Snoop Dogg and the fucking bastard declined our wish. He said it was not possible to play it coz it was 90's night or something. Dunnoboat. After that I just randomly started pushing all the buttons on his turntable thing. He, gently, tried to push me away, but to be honest, he was a pussy. I pulled both of his hands behind his back with my right hand, and with the left one I pushed and turned all the buttons. First the music in the whole club went really slow and then it went really quiet. P told me it was awesome. I have no specific memories of it. I wonder how people danced to it. Kinda wish I was there. Oh wait, I was.
Then sometime later we had an awesome idea to go eat kebab. We went to champagneria and sat down in front of the TV in one of the restaurants. I don't remember much, but I remember we laughed like maniacs the whole time. And they showed a football game. It was 4 or 5 in the morning and guys from other tables tried to laugh with us, but nobody really could. I almost fell off my chair, three times or so.
It was surreal. I also lost my belly ring there. Don't really know how its possible coz I was sitting the whole time.
Then we went home. Actually, before home we went on this lion made of stone and pretended like we were flying, but some weird looking guys came (we were not weird looking at all of course) and we left.
A couple hours later I woke up to go to Agrigento with the Swedish girl and an English guy who drove us. It was the worst idea of my life because the whole day I felt like throwing up and it was hell on earth, trying not to puke on the English guys little son, sitting next to me. We drove there for like 3 hours. Was horrible.
Oh, I also bought mattresses for swimming in the water. They're awesome. We already tried them out in Mondello with P. We tried to go really far from other people. And then we closed our eyes and chatted and kinda drifted around and suddenly I opened my eyes and realised we were almost on the sand, and boys were playing ball over us. P opened her eyes too and said in a really funny high voice: what?! Oh my god lets get away from here!
By the way, I've gained a lot of weight coz Im eating all the time. Pizzas and pastas and stuff like that. Even now, its 2 am and I'm eating pizza. So don't be surprised when I get back and I'm very fat. I bought the ticket btw, I'll be in Tallinn on the 25th of August at 14pm.
I'm too tired to write more. Ahh, last thing - 2 days ago we were walking to the market during daytime to buy some wine for the night, and a car passed and somebody yelled: Tony Colombooooo!
Me and P both had perfect poker faces on.
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