Peacock and enigma: a bittersweet tale
Aaaah holidays- you always creep up on me like a Ninja.
I got lost on my way to the jazz club on Thursday night and I also sort of got lost on my way back. However by then I had had four pints of beer and I was ready for anything the world was ready to throw at me. Thankfully it was too busy throwing these things at everyone else because it left me alone.
And I think it's a bad idea for a black man to ask a stranger for directions at 9.pm. I stopped a woman and asked her how to get to the jazz club and she looked a bit wary. Then her husband-who was a few meters behind- drew her closer and without even hearing what place I was looking for barked out 'Sorry-we don't know' and virtually dragged her away. This was not in some dark alley but right next to a main road. He had a heavy accent which suggested that he was from Eastern Europe or maybe 'Dickheadland' and dammn that bastard for making me feel as if I was a criminal. Ironically it was an Englishman who helped right afterwards- this smartly dressed guy with a shiny briefcase told me that although he wasn't quite sure where the jazz club was, he knew where it might be. His tip turned out to be correct. Good luck to you Mr Shiny Briefcase man.
It was a fun party though. I had a series of interesting conversations but for the first thirty minutes or so I was just standing at the bar watching everything which was amusing and interesting enough as it was. This probably made me look a bit anti-social and I was already sort of standing out because I was wearing a suit which strictly speaking was not a 'Las Vegas theme'. (One of these two reasons probably explains why some girl I have never seen before suddenly stuck a camera in my face and took my picture) A few characters were a bit less obvious but still recognizable(I saw someone I know dressed as Hunter.S.Thompson and couldnt resist telling him "As your attorney I advise you to drink more alcohol." His eyes lit up and he said "yeah-thats it!") There were Roman emperors, sailors, brides and of course gangsters-there were so many medallions in that room it looked like a 50 cent poker night and I was the only black man minus the bouncer.
When the moment comes Kip says You've got to make sure you don't let it go
Reminisced about the glory days of Mccalister and Owen in 2001, Radiohead, freaking out on final year and other odds and ends.
And on my way back, I realized I wasnt quite sure if I was on the right track, but I just kept walking on until I saw the 'To town center' sign. It was bitingly cold, but I didnt really care. I wandered in not so elegantly and knocked on Rich's door where I found everyone just settling down to watch a film. By the time I got back to my room around 2.30, I was still feeling a bit woozy. I put The Bends in my CD player, lay on the floor and mouthed the words to High and Dry
I got lost on my way to the jazz club on Thursday night and I also sort of got lost on my way back. However by then I had had four pints of beer and I was ready for anything the world was ready to throw at me. Thankfully it was too busy throwing these things at everyone else because it left me alone.
And I think it's a bad idea for a black man to ask a stranger for directions at 9.pm. I stopped a woman and asked her how to get to the jazz club and she looked a bit wary. Then her husband-who was a few meters behind- drew her closer and without even hearing what place I was looking for barked out 'Sorry-we don't know' and virtually dragged her away. This was not in some dark alley but right next to a main road. He had a heavy accent which suggested that he was from Eastern Europe or maybe 'Dickheadland' and dammn that bastard for making me feel as if I was a criminal. Ironically it was an Englishman who helped right afterwards- this smartly dressed guy with a shiny briefcase told me that although he wasn't quite sure where the jazz club was, he knew where it might be. His tip turned out to be correct. Good luck to you Mr Shiny Briefcase man.
It was a fun party though. I had a series of interesting conversations but for the first thirty minutes or so I was just standing at the bar watching everything which was amusing and interesting enough as it was. This probably made me look a bit anti-social and I was already sort of standing out because I was wearing a suit which strictly speaking was not a 'Las Vegas theme'. (One of these two reasons probably explains why some girl I have never seen before suddenly stuck a camera in my face and took my picture) A few characters were a bit less obvious but still recognizable(I saw someone I know dressed as Hunter.S.Thompson and couldnt resist telling him "As your attorney I advise you to drink more alcohol." His eyes lit up and he said "yeah-thats it!") There were Roman emperors, sailors, brides and of course gangsters-there were so many medallions in that room it looked like a 50 cent poker night and I was the only black man minus the bouncer.
When the moment comes Kip says You've got to make sure you don't let it go
Reminisced about the glory days of Mccalister and Owen in 2001, Radiohead, freaking out on final year and other odds and ends.
And on my way back, I realized I wasnt quite sure if I was on the right track, but I just kept walking on until I saw the 'To town center' sign. It was bitingly cold, but I didnt really care. I wandered in not so elegantly and knocked on Rich's door where I found everyone just settling down to watch a film. By the time I got back to my room around 2.30, I was still feeling a bit woozy. I put The Bends in my CD player, lay on the floor and mouthed the words to High and Dry
posted by Minzo at 9:39 PM
2 Comments:
Thankfully it was too busy throwing these things at everyone else because it left me alone.HAHAHAHA
Good luck to you Mr Shiny Briefcase man. HAHAHA
Minzo,your writing is off the meter!
I'm very impressed cheers!!
You know Minega your writing has never bored me to this day.
U r a special lad!!
kashata
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