My bed collapsed. I wish it was from some fun action, but the bed is just an old "antique" bed that is way too tall and has no slats and balances precariously on the edges. Any little push or sitting at the edge will collapse it on to itself sending whoever is on it (me, the cat, sometimes both) sprawling on to the floor.
Did I tell you that I'm on an ultimate frisbee team? No? It's awesome. Hardly any contact, lots of sweat and running around after a flying disk. I am in desperate need of some cleats though, as without them I am slipping and sliding all over wet, lush grass. I tried playing without shoes but then there is even less grip and more slipping.
I've been working at a bar on weekends. I am teaching people (mostly entitled little fuckers) how to be polite and treat service people with the respect that they deserve. Yesterdays lesson was the following: A dude at the bar is trying to get my attention so he hisses at me. Let me explain the hiss; it's very Latin American (to make the sound you exhale air through your front teeth or you make a psssssst-psssssst sound). It is used to get people's attention or to cat call women, I find it a rather low class thing to do and it has driven me nuts since way back when I was a flight attendant. Back to the main story, so the dude hisses at me and I immediately look up directly at him and say, Oh no, no psssssst-pssssst. Señorita, dama, reina, lo que tu quieras pero nada de pssssst-pssssst! (translated as: Lady, miss, m'am, queen, whatever you want but no pssssst-pssssst). He was immediately remorseful and apologetic. I think he'll think twice next time he thinks about hissing at someone.
I have a damn cold, again. Coño, the winter rains are not helping.
Thursday I went to the Ancon Theater Guild's current presentation called Improv8 and it was awesome. Really funny improvisations and talented folk, plus the bar is cheap. I wish I wasn't sitting directly in front of Tony the Drunk Heckler, but I do believe the show is worth a second visit.
Did I tell you that I'm on an ultimate frisbee team? No? It's awesome. Hardly any contact, lots of sweat and running around after a flying disk. I am in desperate need of some cleats though, as without them I am slipping and sliding all over wet, lush grass. I tried playing without shoes but then there is even less grip and more slipping.
I've been working at a bar on weekends. I am teaching people (mostly entitled little fuckers) how to be polite and treat service people with the respect that they deserve. Yesterdays lesson was the following: A dude at the bar is trying to get my attention so he hisses at me. Let me explain the hiss; it's very Latin American (to make the sound you exhale air through your front teeth or you make a psssssst-psssssst sound). It is used to get people's attention or to cat call women, I find it a rather low class thing to do and it has driven me nuts since way back when I was a flight attendant. Back to the main story, so the dude hisses at me and I immediately look up directly at him and say, Oh no, no psssssst-pssssst. Señorita, dama, reina, lo que tu quieras pero nada de pssssst-pssssst! (translated as: Lady, miss, m'am, queen, whatever you want but no pssssst-pssssst). He was immediately remorseful and apologetic. I think he'll think twice next time he thinks about hissing at someone.
I have a damn cold, again. Coño, the winter rains are not helping.
Thursday I went to the Ancon Theater Guild's current presentation called Improv8 and it was awesome. Really funny improvisations and talented folk, plus the bar is cheap. I wish I wasn't sitting directly in front of Tony the Drunk Heckler, but I do believe the show is worth a second visit.
