Saturday, July 7, 2007

Discjuggler Need Reboot

Big Ale e la balla del venerdì sera

Minneapolis, Washington Avenue, we started at 6, accompanying the tacos with a round of Premium Beer. The pitchers are fresh in from two pints each and pay the mouth of a neighbor. The day is warm, we promised to return to the office after dinner and continue to work a little, but it is good and the windows you see the red sky in the windows of skyscrapers, interspersed with long, empty streets. Let's take another ride, another, fresh from the barber get P **** is added to the group B **** polimerizzazione, siamo in sei, ognuno paga il nuovo giro. Sono contenti che io regga il passo. Per spezzare, arriva un vassoio di JaggerBomb (Jaggermainster e Red Bull) e poi di nuovo birra. Si parla di croogers , di screw’em up , di bitches back in town e discorsi da spogliatoio maschile al liceo. Mi insegnano un campionario di insulti e modi di dire, si ride, siamo rilassati. P*** ha la moglie 24enne a casa (lui ha 26 anni) ed è il più impermeabile alle battute, capisco che gli interessa altro e gli butto lì una domanda politica. Non gli chiedo della guerra o della politica estera del suo paese, ma di cosa pensa delle vie europee al socialismo. Chiede agli altri di ascoltare perché is interesting and the situation quickly slipped into the debate. The beers are countless, the return to office is forgotten. Do not want to find out, they are all nice and do not want to offend them. Not involved. I have little to disagree, not because I agree, but because the principles are never questioned: they come out different points of view, but the rationale is that America is a socialist country rather than with issues to resolve, but essentially based on socialism. Me are made to repeat more than once. I have no idea what they mean at this point. It follows the concept that, as capitalism as the only working model, there are more or less socialist capitalism, but the only road to socialism is capitalism. I think the beers were already having some effect, there is talk of their foreign policy which they deem full of horrors, we glide into the bathroom and then to the cashier. They are $ 30 per person and a pint of beer costs $ 2 and a half. We did not know how much to drink, dance a crazy B **** starts dancing in the street, trying to climb to J **** light pole, walking to and thrust elbows. Let's go to another pub and another, always to shuttle between the counter and the bathroom. In the latter, a girl tries with B ****, the room is empty, the image is of their own against the two people dancing on a giant screen as it moves up to repeat summaries of days of baseball, football, hockey and basketball. The athletes are enormous, their two small shadows. He falls on the carpet, she laughs and walks away. Did not pick up her number. We go out and walk to the office to return things. It's three in the lab and when we expect there to R **, which had closed in to make experiments. We laugh, trying to throw away an aluminum ball (ie the experiment), then we return home, all live nearby in an area full of gardens and corners where to pee. The bush is moving to a rabbit and try to wet it with the jet, one escapes and passes between the legs of J **** chasing it zigzagged. It's a beautiful evening, cool, the river in the background and the auto giant under the arch of the bridge. I do not remember anything anymore, except for my new nickname: Big Al, I repeat it continuously. Maybe we have some European prejudice toward them. Will be repeated next Friday.

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