Lots of people bummed lots of cigarettes
Lady and I have just returned from a crazy trip to Mexico, where we certainly did ride in the bed of pickup trucks with small Mexican boys. All the stories, however, take to long to tell for the average blog reader's attention span, so I'm going to wait. Instead, here are some journal excerpts from my trip to Europe this past summer, taken randomly as I turn pages of my journal and point at paragraphs with a pencil:
"We eat pizza and go to one of the bars that's showing the World Cup. We order a carafe of wine and talk to a couple in front of us who are on their honeymoon, and from San Francisco, and apparently exceedingly rich. [We] also make friends with some old woman who is studying in Italy for six months and came to Cinquaterra to meet up with her son's girlfriend (who, unbeknownst to the old lady but later revealed to Jordan, was actually banging a bartender in Vernazza and couldn't tell the mother for obvious reasons - i.e., she is supposed to be dating the mother's son). The game ended and we wandered and [---?] found an Italian kid (Marco) we'd met earlier (maybe) . . . entertained by the old men of the city. They played guitars and sang songs and gave out free food and poured wine down people's throats from huge clay containers. They danced in the street with the women passing by . . . "
" . . . people bummed cigarettes from me. Lots of people bummed lots of cigarettes. The evening was very upbeat and . . . festive. [Our] party had to break up because there were houses nearby and it was late and we were loud. So we went to the beach. I took off my shirt and shoes and pulled Jordan and the recently married Canadian guy around in a raft we found on the beach. We went to the dock/piazza thing and drank more wine and talked. I talked to Marco about American girls and Life of Pi, which he was about halfway through. Some young Italian girls were singing Green Day songs to Jordan. My head started spinning so I left."
"In Amsterdam, we make our way to Dam Central, and get there just about the time we're supposed to meet up with Katie . . . She tells us we are going to see Wolfmother in the evening, which is great, because we just learned about them from some Australians in Manarola . . . "
" . . . at some point I hear Jordan say, 'This sounds a lot like Primus,' and then somebody else says, 'That's probably because it is' and then I fall asleep."
"We eat pizza and go to one of the bars that's showing the World Cup. We order a carafe of wine and talk to a couple in front of us who are on their honeymoon, and from San Francisco, and apparently exceedingly rich. [We] also make friends with some old woman who is studying in Italy for six months and came to Cinquaterra to meet up with her son's girlfriend (who, unbeknownst to the old lady but later revealed to Jordan, was actually banging a bartender in Vernazza and couldn't tell the mother for obvious reasons - i.e., she is supposed to be dating the mother's son). The game ended and we wandered and [---?] found an Italian kid (Marco) we'd met earlier (maybe) . . . entertained by the old men of the city. They played guitars and sang songs and gave out free food and poured wine down people's throats from huge clay containers. They danced in the street with the women passing by . . . "
" . . . people bummed cigarettes from me. Lots of people bummed lots of cigarettes. The evening was very upbeat and . . . festive. [Our] party had to break up because there were houses nearby and it was late and we were loud. So we went to the beach. I took off my shirt and shoes and pulled Jordan and the recently married Canadian guy around in a raft we found on the beach. We went to the dock/piazza thing and drank more wine and talked. I talked to Marco about American girls and Life of Pi, which he was about halfway through. Some young Italian girls were singing Green Day songs to Jordan. My head started spinning so I left."
"In Amsterdam, we make our way to Dam Central, and get there just about the time we're supposed to meet up with Katie . . . She tells us we are going to see Wolfmother in the evening, which is great, because we just learned about them from some Australians in Manarola . . . "
" . . . at some point I hear Jordan say, 'This sounds a lot like Primus,' and then somebody else says, 'That's probably because it is' and then I fall asleep."
posted by Ryan at 14:13
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Let it be noted: Lady is upset at Ryan for marginalizing their romantic va-k that, indeed, involved small Mexican boys, hour long ATV rides across secluded, pristine beaches, and traveller's diarreah. ):*(
Let it be noted, furthermore: Ryan thinks one should abbreviate vacation with vay-kay, and not va-k, as Lady did above.
Let it be noted, even furthermore: Ryan is not, and would never, marginalize(ing) any romantic vay-kay with Lady, but rather he is suggesting that many tales of the Mexican adventure are best suited for telling in person, with Lady, as a team, so as to do the stories justice.
Let it be noted, again and again: At the time of said vay-kay, Ryan would have been hard-pressed to get Lady to call their vacation "romantic" by any stretch of the imagination. Although the ATV ride on the secluded beach was rad. And so were the rides with Mexican boys.
Let it be noted, finally: Ryan loves Lady.
Can you two get a room?
Or better yet: go live-blog your make-out session at LC's dormant blog.
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