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i'm home now! ahhh, the start of a 2.5 week holiday.

this past weekend was a sloth's wet dream (eew, too much of a visual). it was one of those weekends where your bum is cemented to the couch; where the only movement consists of picking up the telephone to order your dinner in, and also picking up the remote to change the channel. pyjamas remained on, hair remained unwashed, ahhh, it was bliss. and this was both vij and i!

we did manage to make ourselves presentable on sunday evening for dinner with a friend. afterwards we went to a bar called the pleasure unit - yes people, the pleasure unit - where a fundraiser was going on to help cuban youth. there was a scottish skiffle band called the dead plants, a rapper called drop dead fred, topped off with an eight-piece congolese band. the crowd was a mix of college boho/hippie kids, locals, and the musicians themselves. at one point the congolese music was a-pumpin' and people were a-dancin'; there was an old man near me who was busting a move with a woman, who were both knocking into me and pissing me off royally. then he suddenly turns to me, takes my hand and kisses it.

while normally this would be considered a very sweet gesture, and while normally i absolutely love old people and think they are so cute, this man's lips felt like a cold, wet fish trying to give me some lovin'. seriously, i can still see his lips form an "o" shape and how they felt on my knuckles - brrr - it makes me shiver and not the good kind.

okay, chili's whining so i'm off to play with him for a bit.

CET :o)