3 times YAYZ for lazy days!

...or, "How I Ate Instant Mushroom Cream Soup With My Mother Yesterday"

*rolls up sleeves. Collapses on keyboard* So I'm just emerging from a hellavabusy week-and-a-half - which of course means that the lemming is genki, energized and has a LOT of will-and-desire to get down and busy. Thankfully for my mental sanity, there's not a lot to be being busy with just at the moment. I think my Duracells are running a bit low.

Two weekends ago was the First of May, and we celebrated Labor Day by not working. Makes sense, right? *rolls eyes* There I was, early on Friday morning, way way way too early, arriving last at the spot in front of TP's place of employment from whence the coach would take us to the friendly neighbouring country of Bulgaria for a weekend of boozing, gambling, whoring and debauchery (and I'm only marginally exaggerating, yay!)

We get to the 5-stars-which-was-indulgently-3-stars-if-you-really-squinted-to-see-them hotel near Varna, and promptly check in. The ride was much more sedated than I'd anticipated, given the crew we were sharing the back of the bus with, so I wasn't all that tired. Going downstairs an hour later, we discover that lunch had just ended, and we have to wait for 4 more hours without sustenance. Since we are pragmatical fellows, however, we find sustenance in the form of beer and vodka-orange, which on an empty stomach works wonders and prompts us to go exploring.

Therefore:
- we get to the beach

- we engage in a pebble-skipping-on-the-water championship to determine who shall hereforth ferry the beers from the open bar to the table. I am teh referee.

- we climb a pier and engage in a whoever-spits-further-and-with-more-flegm competition (I referee again). The joys of hanging out with teenage-minded-boys are endless.

- we watch mesmerized as P. tries to cross the distance between our side of the pier and the still-standing end of it, which are separated by a small chasm and one (repeat, 1) rusted pipe as thick as my arm. My arm is not thick at all. P. claims he can walk across the pipe without having any handhold, but /with/ having one too many beers in his belly. He fails. He, however, does not fall into the (rather freezing) water. All is well.

- we put up with K/C/D's constant whining about how he forgot his camcorder in his room. Such is life.

- we take one too many hidden/dubious/overgrown paths and get inexorably lost. The "I wonder where this path leads" strategy can only work so many times, it seems. We are slightly dismayed.

- I discover a knack for prophecy, and promptly use it to prophesize that it will take us the rest of the 90 mins. left before dinner to /find our way back to a hotel situated in a two-by-four resort/. It obviously comes true.

- we get pleasantly lost in a bazaar

- we fail to persuade K/C/D to pee in the drinkable water spring. Apparently he is not drunk enough.

- as if to make it up, however, he treats us a show whereing he's trying to sharpshoot a target that's slightly too far away, with a toy rifle which is slightly too-old-for-this-shit, while swaying gently where he stands. TP tapes him from a distance while I attempt to do a Teleenciclopedia voice-over.

- we decide to adopt the "I wonder where this path leads" one more time, and find ourselves... in front of the hotel. It's still 10 minutes before dinner.

Dinner sucks, of course, mostly due to the crowd, the low quality and lack-of-quantity of the food and generally other stuff. There is, however, kick-ass zacusca.

During the evening we get pleasantly plastered, play cards, smoke too much and have wild sex. The joys of roadtripping. It's fun to be the largest group in the hotel - it means we get to be extra-loud and obnoxious about everything. I would have been anyway ;^__^.

Next day is lazy. We don't move our asses from the hotel, but instead eat all three meals, start drinking early, make fun of the bosses who had ventured into the inexorably crappy weather to visit Balcic (I was sad TP couldn't see it this time. But there'll be plenty of opportunities, I assume. The weather wasn't right for it anyway). We play cards and games all day, leading up to drunken charades ("intabulare", "cvasi-static", "ministrel", "filament" and "geodezie" ftw) and drunken Trombon (without exaggeration the BEST fun of my life). When we can't keep our eyes open anymore, we go to sleep. After several tries, I actually manage to insert the card into the slot and open the door to the room. More wild sex ensues.

Sunday is quiet, a day for nursing our wounds. Of course I get carsick on the way home, though I treat it with Cheesecake-and-strawberries-and-biscuit-chips icecream. There is a heaven for the suffering. I get home and crash on my bed. The next day, the Have a Lemon - Taste Diversity exhibition would begin, and with it, a week of work-from-7-in-the-morning-to-10-at-night. Joyzes.

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HLTD was a week-long sound exhibition-and-living-library organized by the lovely association. Go check out the site. I'm actually in a picture there! =))

It was fooking amazing, and being a part of this project kicked severe ass. There were hundreds of people visiting each day, and at least a hundred per day for the Living Library (where I was one of the librarians). I don't think I'd've ever envisaged such a kick-ass way of opening your world, of getting yourself - and others - to think outside the box. It's a see-it-to-believe-it thing, and I came away from it feeling so very refreshed and having a very positive, can-do attitude. YES! I /can/ be overworked and still smiling at the end of the day! (provided I'm doing something I love). I'm not going into any more detail, even running the risk of forgetting them in the end. MINE!

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Last weekend was Talisman weekend. Geeky boardgame FTW! (also, it should be illegal to have as much luck as I had during that last game. Too bad one bad decision undid it all :-< I'm so whooping your guys' asses next time, tho! *__~)

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Yesterday was the first quiet afternoon since the 1st of May, and only because I made it so (I got scared by the weather, so cleared my afternoon schedule so I could go home. The weather turned out to be not-so-bad. Urgh. I missed out on getting some paperwork from the association, buying a present, meeting with E. and seeing a theatre play which was promising to be kewl. So much for all /that/)

What I did instead was /much/ more enjoyable, surprisingly. I got home, crashed in my armchair, watched telly with mom and ate disgusting-tasting, lumpy, plasticcy, hot, instant mushroom cream.

I stirred and smoked while mom looked on dubiously, then we poured it into two mugs, spent 15 minutes complaining how it was too hot and too foul-tasting, then gulped it down. There was no other food in the house.

I'm having a hard time explaining why this was very many kinds of awesome. You'd have to have known many, many details about my mom, dad, household habits and stuff to get it. I'm sure very few people could, but take my word for it - best-spent afternoon in a while.

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I have 30 more minutes before I got forth and multiply (i.e: my working hours end). Sadly, I am going to multiply at the dentist's, where I have a root-canal-intervention-thingummy. I swear this tooth has it in for me. Laying on the chair yesterday (when there was a power outage and therefore I could not be worked on *rolls eyes* I might have been a /teensy wee bit/ impolite about that. We'll just see judging on how badly today will hurt :))... ha.), I realized I've been having trouble with it for *counts* 5 years. Maybe knocking it out myself (with the help of, say, a jack-hammer, or a frontal collision with a large truck) is not such a bad idea after all...