La!
You mailed me at 7:22 this morning.. at the time I was asleep.
But now, 1:05 this afternoon, I am much more awake.
I just finished cleaning the kitchen and eating fruit and coffee with roommates.
Yesterday was epic:
Breakfast as normal. But Do told us that he invited some people over for lunch.
Ok, I think, it will be a small affair. Now, though, I know that his friends don’t have small affairs.
Lunch was a feast of rice, beans, stewed salted meat, breaded and fried bacon and bananas, ’spring salad’ (with oranges!), chocolate cake, ice cream, cashasa (like rum) and juices, coffee, several spliffs, and about 6 hours of half-Portuguese conversation. And that was lunch.
We were completely stuffed on everything, but then we had dinner plans with Fa (the short girl you met last week?) and her roommates (we bumped into them on the train at New Years).
So we had no choice but to go over for some pasta and more salad, tieramisu and new people (because Do hadn’t me them before).
And by about 1am, well, I guess we were all positively knackered.
So we came home and called it an early night!
In the kitchen.
Me: Hey, there’s no more dark roast biological Indonesian coffee left. No more light roast either.
Roommate: So what? Use the fairtrade eco-label North African stuff.
Me: Nah, man, I don’t like that one, and I already had the Lugano ristresso Persian blend this morning. Can you run to the store and get some for me?
Him: What? Are you kidding me? Go yourself.
Me: Aww, I’m just reeeeeeally busy, you know? And I need some coffee to help me concentrate. Come on.. !
Him: No way! What you’re asking is impossible. And just so you know, I had a cup of the last batch of coffee, and it was delicious.
Me: (sad puppy face)
wakes up at 3 in the morning.
The Working Guy: Hey guys, can you cut it out? I’ve got work in the morning and you’re having a powwow out here.
Roommate’s Hippy Friend: Hey man, we’re just tryin to have some positive beats, you know?
WG: You’re banging a drum outside my door, and I don’t even have a door, just this stupid piece of cloth.
Roommate #4: Oh, sorry. Maybe we can take it to mezzo forte.
WG: Maybe you can take it to the kitchen.
Roommate #3: But would you like some wine?
WG: Well, ok, if you insist.
Hippy: Duuude.
