antecoitus

21/8

Tracking what I have been up to for the past couple of months is a chore. There are too many entries on my calendar of trips that have turned into mere wishful thinking. I found out three entries which said –holiday t u s c a n y- which I struck with two thick angry lines each. The trip Wojtek and I have been planning for the longest time, has not come to fruition. Instead I found notes pertaining to sending reminders about my employment contract, reminders to book my flights and hotel rooms for work, reminders to iron heaps and heaps of clothes, reminders to go grocery shopping or pay bills. I feel quite exhausted but feel that I have had no real personal accomplishments other than work, that I can say I truly recognize. Or maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Fortunately,  1.) I have read a lot more books than I used to have time for (no thanks, to airport layovers), 2.) watched more films and caught up on more TV series (what with hotel room nights and being trapped in airports because you missed your connecting flight?) and 3.) was able to actually have very nice buys from the summer sale season this year, since shopping has been my escape from sitting still – shopping is a sport that takes a significantly shorter time (yes max 2 hours for me, otherwise I get whiny on myself) than going for a trip or for the ritual of any real sport and absolutely is several times more distracting. Oh well, it could have been worse. It’s possible that I spent the past couple of months taking baby steps to bigger goals – like moving from P r a g u e , learning the new job and well, maybe, just maybe — getting older?

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Every time I come home from a work trip, we drive straight to this pleasant little Japanese restaurant from the airport, which does not shout ‘c z e c h is landlocked and thus you pay with your soul for seafood’.  That’s my current comfort food aside from Ateh’s kare-kare, nilaga and liempo (hehehe blocked artery central! May isang beses na talagang nag-palpitate ako dahil sa taba, nataranta si Ateh at pinalaklak ako ng green tea.). Masaya na ko nun. There is something unquestionably the matter with me though… it seems… that I have outgrown partying. Nooooo!! Yes. I currently find boozing, dancing and getting sticky with sweat and cigarette smoke not as invigorating as before. Partying seems to be the fountain of youth for many people. Once we have gone out there, danced as wild as we can in the shortest possible time as if we had a curfew, drowned in jagermeister or one of lucifer’s concoctions, and rubbed bodies (shoulders and elbows, not necessarily.. you know) with absolute strangers, we sleep at 7 in the morning and have a little ‘I woke up in a dumpster’ or ‘I threw up on some guy’s shoe’ story the next day and laugh about it. I guess I’ve frolicked copiously enough along those lines in the past that I have somehow ran out of fuel for it these days. These past couple of months I’ve only been out thrice, twice with the girls and once with Wojtek. Once Rina and I went out for a drink somewhere in P r a g u e  and we ran across a shady character who would not leave us alone, I ended up sleeping at her place because she got rather spooked. That night with Rina was only even about getting a couple of cocktails in a couple of bars, it wasn’t even about getting crunk. Hah, whatiswrongwithme?

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A couple of weeks ago I bought a bike in preparation of moving to a much less hilly city (actually a very flat one), which translates to a total change in our means of transport. Knowing that Wojtek is extremely delighted with his brand (Specialized), he found me one on sale in a women’s frame. It drives very nicely and I got the gears agreeing with me pretty well already. Unfortunately I have not ridden it  again because I have been drowning in Demerol and white sheets of late. The operation to take the metal off my forearm made me stay in the hospital for a measly three days, not bad. I will not make the metal detectors go crazy on me again. Kidding, it has only been a couple of times when airport security can’t explain why I keep on beeping even when they have peeled me thoroughly enough already. But the doctor’s orders were to stay put in one place for a couple of weeks until the control check is done, which will be this Thursday. I decided to have the operation after a week of breakneck, harried traveling (one which also took me for a visit to  c o p e n h a g e n where the Baretto clan still regally thrives, *waves*, and where I again met with my much loved Mama El, *waves again*). Now I have been practicing the lost art of chillaxing. I guess, this is as close to a vacation as I will get. At least for now.

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