First went to the Le Colonial which is a nice lounge where
young women put on their best shoes with dazzling clothes. I have to add
comment about the dress ware, because most of you improve.se, and I only mean
this based on close observation, that so many of you, whom are women on this
site can only grasp the epithelial, or surface argument. I mean come on! What
has the blogging come to when Natache, whatever her name is
Telling you that
she was wearing pink Uggs, Dior sunglasses with a forever 21 top and H&M
skirt, in bloody L.A of all places? L.A the most plastic, where everyone thinks
they are going to be the next star, however star in their first porno instead.
Why not talk about something raw, or even foreign to your palate, your taste.
In San Francisco, its a place of self discovery not trying to be discovered.
So getting back on track and not trying to babble like Dostoevsky, a famous
drunken Russian author, back to my story at hand
So at the colonial, I met the chef, which a happy- go-lucky
fellow, who is surprisingly youthful and fresh. The colonial is a Vietnamese French
restaurant that has delicious entrées. We began to drink heavily and I began to
get frisky so I worked the crowd. Dancing blindly I bumped into amazing women,
but wasnt too interested in trying to go to bed with them. I then standing
outside trying to get some air, ran into a Danish woman, out here for holiday.
The Danish, are great, rated the happiest people on earth, and I still cant
stand how the way they speak even after leaving Kobenhaven. She asked me what I
am doing in the city I told her, waiting for the big earthquake. She giggled
and asked if I was high, I told I wish, and then it got interesting
At that point she got real close and asked me I knew anyone
selling weed, I responded robotically, in what zip code would she like to get
it from. She admired my comic relief, and asked about now, in the present. I
pulled out my phone and called my boy who was looking for buyers. She followed
me and we picked her up some premium grass. She wanted to thank me, so she
brought me to her hostel, and when I got there, in the basement I was
surrounded by Danish. Danish everywhere, the whole common area was packed with
them. In Malmo, Danish is not too foreign to occasionally hear, so I understood
some of it. At that point, she and I
already hammered went to her room, where we began to make out. Then a great
banging at the door, the Dane yell out, oh no its my boyfriend, you must hide.
What?! I thought. What the hell did I just get myself into now? Practically
pushing me out of the window onto the fire escape she gathers herself and let
him in. I can hear him yelling in Danish, asking where the man was that he
heard was in the room. No one is in here, she yelled back. Drunk he stumbled
around the room, then fell face down on the floor and past out. She paused for
a moment, and called me back in.
The Dane now collecting herself and trying to ignore that
her boyfriend is past out on the floor of the room begin to try to recapture
the mood. I flipped and controllable whispered with strength, you want to keep
kissing when your boyfriend is on the floor? He is drunk she said, He wont
remember when you have left. Fuck that I replied and I then told her good day,
and I got, the fuck out of there. What a crazy Danish experience if I have ever
had one.