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March 2006 Archives
last show is tomorrow (today, i guess) at lit. quality! (fairies, i mean. fuck lit.)
at trash on sunday night, too.
damn. DAMN. we equalized. one one. against arsenal, even tho they're ranked lower than we are, that would be cool enough. but no... little steven gerard had to pass right to thierry henry smack in the middle of the pitch directly in front of our goal! wtf?! obviously thierry sunk it. he could barely help it, and that's where it stood in the end.
i have to say, tho, that i admire liverpool's strict adherence to that old saying that "if you can't beat them, batter them." we did inflict some proper ultra-violence on their asses. one red card's really not too bad a price to pay for getting some really dirty tackles on henry.
and big up to my man louis garcia (who drinks sangria). that was a mighty goal.
amsterdam update: still no whorin' goin' on, but that might be all my fault. the call of the casino is strong. very strong. and the texas hold 'em tables are way up on the highest level back in the vip-lookin' area. helen and i hung out there last night for years, but no one would give up a seat or two. hopefully our luck is better tonight (tho we did do a pretty solid job on one euro blackjack down in the pit).
what else...? ah, yes. chinese massage is lovely, but a chubby old chinese lady walking on my back wasn't what i really wanted. gawd, she beat the shit out of me! halfway through i was very close to surrendering. keep your thirty-five euro! just leave me alone! shame of helen hearing me fail it kept me put, and i survived, but it was a long time before i could walk properly again. helen loves that violent massage, but i can't see why.
finally, thanks to jake for recommending cafe klas!
"hello, lovers! we offer quality filth and sleaze in a nice environment..." —red light district barker
what more could you want?
so casino didn't go so well last night. we found the lowest level (four down from where i usually can't afford to gamble, and i never even knew it was there), but still couldn't win, even on one euro roulette. we're going to try again tonight with mid-level poker. we felt bad losing our hundred and twenty euro until we talked with our waiter at the steak house tonight; last week he lost three thousand...
the live sex show wasn't much better. maybe it was your man who interrupted fucking that fake-titty woman to yell, "this is my house! no smoking joints in my house!", or maybe it was that woman in the middle of the raised spinning-stage lesbian sex who kept complaining how cold it was, but i just couldn't get into it. location: theater casa rossa. good: woman smoking a cigar with her...bits. bad: woman keeping time with the music with a candle in her...bits, fratitude, infrequent drink service, utter falsity of it all.
i felt the same way last time about the sex museum (tho i at least found paul some nice underwear there). sometimes you don't want to learn about it or watch it. sometimes you just want to have it.
ok; time for my lady to use the interweb.
in the coffe shop around the corner from the casino. thanks helen! i love this place.
no lie: we flew over on nwa airlines!
