Update
Yeah, it's been the better part of a year since I last wrote in this blog, but I haven't forgotten it. I even thought about writing quite a few times, but being a lazy ass mofo I never actually got to the part where I actually write something. That time has come to an end, because as you can see I'm writing this right now (or, when you'll read this, I have written this, but tight now I'm not over yet (whatever)).
So, where're things at right now? Well, as most of you know, I'm doing a PhD (whatever the fuck that means, probably something like Plumbing Hardware Dispatcher) in Strasbourg, and things are going mostly well (ie I like the PhD, but the results of my experiments don't suit me, which is more or less of a classic for a PhD). But that's not the point I wanted to develop in this post. No, what I really wanted to talk about was...
Yes, Berlin was ours, but soon Chile will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine. Basically, instead of just glueing my ass to my seat and just complaining about how all my mates from last year are all far from here, I've decided to go and see them. Yes, I will be going to Chile. Well, all isn't arranged yet, but I know I'll do it. It's like Nike: just do it. So a whole bunch of the people I was whining about in my last post, because they were gone, I'll see next summer (or winter, according to which hemisphere you consider).
Yes, I'm still a lazy asss mofo, but I've decided that whining wasn't the solution to my problems, and have therefore decided to go there instead of just scratching my balls and complaining.
Ok, that's said and almost done (it'll be done by August normally). But while I'm at it ("it" being writing a post here in my blog) I'll tell you of a little story, something that happened to me some time ago (cause I can't write everything that happened to me since last time), actually my first real going out in Strasbourg...
So, it all started out as a sort of special dinner at the place where I do my PhD, because I started in december, and they have these special dinners for christmas and some other special occasions. SO, they'd bought a bunch of wine and prepared a "raclette" (for all you non-French ou there, if you like stinky cheese, try it out). So we all had dinner together, me, my PhD friends, and all the more official people working there. So, I drank some wine, always behaving myself properly because I knew I was with some important people, and ate not too much, because I only had enough money to get drunk on an empty stomach. After the meal, with my mates, we went out to have a few drinks (too many) bacause it was the birthday of one of them. So, obviously, as you can guess, I got reasonably drunk, just enough to not remember what I did for a while. I managed to gather this much the following week: I left at roughly 3 AM. But I do remember that I was still walking around town when the sun rose, when I realised I was too drunk to find my way home, at which point a tobacconist's agreed to call a taxi to bring me home (yes, I remembered my address). That's not the funny part (although you may make fun of me for it).
No, the really funny part was what happened in the next couple of days. When I woke up at home, I realised that I'd forgotten my backpack at the bar we'd been to. So after a couple of calls to get the appropriate pgone number, I call the bar, and ask them if they still have my bag. They tell me that they do, so all's good. But I was too tired to go get it that day. So I tell them I'll come and get it the next day. The Problem being that the aforementioned bar only opens at 10 PM. As I had some presents to buy (Xmas was coming up), I went into town to find some stuff, and then just drank a few pints until the bar which had my backpack opened. And here comes the funny part...
I was just sitting at one corner of the bar, alone, doing nothing, just watching people go by, when some other guy starts miming to me that he'll offer me a beer. Being a dickhead, I agree to it. So the guy pays my next beer, and then comes over, and starts talking. So, the guy wasn't some evil raping asshole. But, basically, that was the time when I fully understood the definition of "metrosexual". When the guy started saying things like "No, I'm not gay, but if you want me to suck your dick, just say so...", that's when you know something's wrong. But I just couldn't tell him to go fuck himself, the guy had payed my beer and was willing to pay a few more...
Long story short, the guy paid me two or three pints, and it was really very awkward talking to him (he even wanted to swap phone numbers), but in the end I got my backpack and all was right, but I never really felt the same way after that about 40 year old guys hanging around in bars...
Ah, whatever, I don't really know what else I can talk about, so take care y'all, and hope to see you soon
So, where're things at right now? Well, as most of you know, I'm doing a PhD (whatever the fuck that means, probably something like Plumbing Hardware Dispatcher) in Strasbourg, and things are going mostly well (ie I like the PhD, but the results of my experiments don't suit me, which is more or less of a classic for a PhD). But that's not the point I wanted to develop in this post. No, what I really wanted to talk about was...
Yes, Berlin was ours, but soon Chile will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine. Basically, instead of just glueing my ass to my seat and just complaining about how all my mates from last year are all far from here, I've decided to go and see them. Yes, I will be going to Chile. Well, all isn't arranged yet, but I know I'll do it. It's like Nike: just do it. So a whole bunch of the people I was whining about in my last post, because they were gone, I'll see next summer (or winter, according to which hemisphere you consider).
Yes, I'm still a lazy asss mofo, but I've decided that whining wasn't the solution to my problems, and have therefore decided to go there instead of just scratching my balls and complaining.
Ok, that's said and almost done (it'll be done by August normally). But while I'm at it ("it" being writing a post here in my blog) I'll tell you of a little story, something that happened to me some time ago (cause I can't write everything that happened to me since last time), actually my first real going out in Strasbourg...
So, it all started out as a sort of special dinner at the place where I do my PhD, because I started in december, and they have these special dinners for christmas and some other special occasions. SO, they'd bought a bunch of wine and prepared a "raclette" (for all you non-French ou there, if you like stinky cheese, try it out). So we all had dinner together, me, my PhD friends, and all the more official people working there. So, I drank some wine, always behaving myself properly because I knew I was with some important people, and ate not too much, because I only had enough money to get drunk on an empty stomach. After the meal, with my mates, we went out to have a few drinks (too many) bacause it was the birthday of one of them. So, obviously, as you can guess, I got reasonably drunk, just enough to not remember what I did for a while. I managed to gather this much the following week: I left at roughly 3 AM. But I do remember that I was still walking around town when the sun rose, when I realised I was too drunk to find my way home, at which point a tobacconist's agreed to call a taxi to bring me home (yes, I remembered my address). That's not the funny part (although you may make fun of me for it).
No, the really funny part was what happened in the next couple of days. When I woke up at home, I realised that I'd forgotten my backpack at the bar we'd been to. So after a couple of calls to get the appropriate pgone number, I call the bar, and ask them if they still have my bag. They tell me that they do, so all's good. But I was too tired to go get it that day. So I tell them I'll come and get it the next day. The Problem being that the aforementioned bar only opens at 10 PM. As I had some presents to buy (Xmas was coming up), I went into town to find some stuff, and then just drank a few pints until the bar which had my backpack opened. And here comes the funny part...
I was just sitting at one corner of the bar, alone, doing nothing, just watching people go by, when some other guy starts miming to me that he'll offer me a beer. Being a dickhead, I agree to it. So the guy pays my next beer, and then comes over, and starts talking. So, the guy wasn't some evil raping asshole. But, basically, that was the time when I fully understood the definition of "metrosexual". When the guy started saying things like "No, I'm not gay, but if you want me to suck your dick, just say so...", that's when you know something's wrong. But I just couldn't tell him to go fuck himself, the guy had payed my beer and was willing to pay a few more...
Long story short, the guy paid me two or three pints, and it was really very awkward talking to him (he even wanted to swap phone numbers), but in the end I got my backpack and all was right, but I never really felt the same way after that about 40 year old guys hanging around in bars...
Ah, whatever, I don't really know what else I can talk about, so take care y'all, and hope to see you soon
posted by Dr Houx at
6.4.07
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