27 June 2004
Heading home
The American dream ends on Tuesday with my return to the old country. Hopefully I can take up where I left off upon return in October. Great time was had here. Tons of opportunities and I am looking forward to having a stab at the true dream. All sounds pretty vague, right?
12 June 2004
Bowling
Time is flying by. I'll be back home in less than three weeks. T'will be good to be home for a while but I am now sure that America is where I want to be. Various reasons, the most important one being that I wake up happy everyday here and am amused & amazed by trivial things that happen all around me. There are things that I miss from home though, this weeks' most missed thing is the metric system. These ounces, pounds, fractions of inches are complete horseshit but you just have to deal with it.
Me, Martha, Kelley and a few others got seriously hammered last night at a local bowling alley, "The Stardust Lanes". It's in a dodgy neighborhood and last year there were three people shot dead outside the place. As such, there were two armed cops there all night, just hanging out and keeping an eye on shit or protecting and serving as they say. The funny part is that they were smoking the fattest cigars I have seen in a long time. Sure why not? The place was built in the 70's and stays true to that era. The music was amazing all night, funk, soul, hip hop, jazz. The place oozes personality. Me, Martha and Kelley drank five pitchers between us. The bowling stared off well, but slowly descended into a situation where I was terrified to bowl, due to two incidents. The first involved me nearly knee capping myself. I went to bowl and as I released the ball it slammed into my knee and I was left sprawled on the floor and making a clown out of myself. I laughed and so did another forty or fifty people. They'll pay dearly for that behavior. A few minutes later I grabbed a ball with small holes and when I threw it, it stuck on my hand but then released and reached an altitude of about ten feet in the air. It came crashing down and all eyes were on me again. After this I didn't want to bowl anymore because who knows what the hell would happen next? More bowling wasn't an option anyway, because due to our drunk and carefree state, our lane got given to some other people in a moment of mass confusion. Screw it. We hung out some more and then left. A terrific night. One of the best in a long time actually. When you combine booze with a hobby or pastime, like bowling, it makes the whole experience more enjoyable. Fact.
There was a massive thunder and lightning storm today. We cycled around and looked at it from a distance. The lightning was exciting. Weather is crazy at the moment. Hot as shit, then inches of rain can fall in half an hour, then thunder. What the hell?
Me, Martha, Kelley and a few others got seriously hammered last night at a local bowling alley, "The Stardust Lanes". It's in a dodgy neighborhood and last year there were three people shot dead outside the place. As such, there were two armed cops there all night, just hanging out and keeping an eye on shit or protecting and serving as they say. The funny part is that they were smoking the fattest cigars I have seen in a long time. Sure why not? The place was built in the 70's and stays true to that era. The music was amazing all night, funk, soul, hip hop, jazz. The place oozes personality. Me, Martha and Kelley drank five pitchers between us. The bowling stared off well, but slowly descended into a situation where I was terrified to bowl, due to two incidents. The first involved me nearly knee capping myself. I went to bowl and as I released the ball it slammed into my knee and I was left sprawled on the floor and making a clown out of myself. I laughed and so did another forty or fifty people. They'll pay dearly for that behavior. A few minutes later I grabbed a ball with small holes and when I threw it, it stuck on my hand but then released and reached an altitude of about ten feet in the air. It came crashing down and all eyes were on me again. After this I didn't want to bowl anymore because who knows what the hell would happen next? More bowling wasn't an option anyway, because due to our drunk and carefree state, our lane got given to some other people in a moment of mass confusion. Screw it. We hung out some more and then left. A terrific night. One of the best in a long time actually. When you combine booze with a hobby or pastime, like bowling, it makes the whole experience more enjoyable. Fact.
There was a massive thunder and lightning storm today. We cycled around and looked at it from a distance. The lightning was exciting. Weather is crazy at the moment. Hot as shit, then inches of rain can fall in half an hour, then thunder. What the hell?
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