Dark of the Matinee

I've finally had a good night out, after months...
Monday was my day off, I had been to Oxford on Sunday - I'll update you about the trip later on - and was pretty tired.
I woke up on Monday and decided to study a little at Nero Cafe in Piccadilly. I like being in Piccadilly, there are turists but it's way better than Oxford St. So I like to sit there, drinking my white coffee and smoking my Marlboro, and study for a little while. The problem is that the cafe that I enjoy (which is the one near Green Park station) doesn't have toilets, only the other one near Piccadilly Circus. But anyway, I was sitting there, studying, and decided to send a text message to Tiago, whom I hadn't spoken to since his trip to Brazil. Tiago doesn't like text messages but I never have enought credits to make a proper phone call, so I sent a message without keeping my expectations high. About half hour later he calls me for us to meet. I said 'great!'
I went home, it was about 4:30pm, and went online and started drinking, waiting for him to call me at 9pm, when he would have left the job.

I was listening to Clube do Balanco and getting started with my combo nbr 2. Paula had gone to see 'Capote' and I was home alone, but no smoking in the kitchen...
After a while Adri went online and we talked for a bit, but he had to leave and I was waiting for Tiago to ring me. He finally did at 9:15pm and we decided to meet at Liverpool Street at the pub inside the station. We drank a pint and a half and even though we had said that we couldn't stay out much longer we simply couldn't help not drinking some more. We walked towards Old Street and asking everybody on the street where we could have a late soak on a Monday night. Apparently we were on the right way, everybody kept saying 'Shoreditch', 'Old Street'.

We bought a beer each at a gas station and asked the clerk about places to go. 'There's this sports bar accross the street'. 'Ok, thanks'. We went to check it out. It turned out to be a strip club, but the bouncer gave us the hot tip and we went to find the bars.

On Old Street, drinking beer and smoking Marlboros, we suddenly saw this red door, with some people inside, very run-down place. Hey, run-down places are always the best, can't miss it, right? It was almost midnite but we entered and it seemed like we were getting inside one of the bars in Poa, you know, the run-down ones. Soooo cool the place but unfortunately we couldn't stay much longer because they were closing, but it's good to know where to go now.
We asked some guys inside the place where we could keep on drinking and they said 'the place on the corner, it's free entrance and it's kind of a bar/club/pub'.
Man, that was the best choice ever...
I can say now that I finally met the London's Ocidente. On the corner, windows surrounding the couches and the dance floor... the beer was expensive, though, 3,40 pounds...
We danced Madonna, old and new, and dance music and Franz Ferdinand and some other stuff. There was a drag queen inside the place and it wasn't crowded. We danced until 3am, I think, because the place was kinda closing. I even found a cute guy, he must have been 17 or something, Tiago was pushing me to go talk to him but I chickened out... as always...
It was fun, alright. We're certainly doing this again next week. And I can even go home by bus, I just get the N133 at Liverpool Street and Bob's your uncle.

I needed that, man. Dark of the Matinee!!!

100th post

100th post. I always remember the sitcoms with the 100th episode special, showing the best moments until that moment.
I have a few, I guess.
Getting here is certainly something to remember. Sometimes I sitting on the tube, going home, or listening to the radio and I still don't believe that I'm here. It's totally wierd but I feel this way. At the same time I've gotten used to this it seems so unreal, you know? I'm meeting my friend Tiago tonight and he's working until 9pm and will be at Liverpool Street at about 9:30pm. Him saying 'I'll be at Liverpool Street at about 9:30pm' was really strange and I don't know why. I think that what I was expecting to hear was like 'I'll be in Cidade Baixa at about 9:30pm'.

Paris. Even though I had my stressed out moments it was awesome! I promissed to come back within a month when I arrived at Heathrow. It's been five months now and no Paris... I think it's impossible to spend only a couple of days there, I should go for a week. But now that I have the money, haven't got the time...

Work. It's been a rollercoaster. Ups and downs. But it's been paying my travel card and my booze so it's fine by me.

Foo Fighters. Not the best show I've been for sure. Lenny Kravitz last year was by far the best gig I've ever been to. But hey, it's Foo Fighters, right? Favorite band alive, great songs. I'll have a second chance next June, exactly six months after their concert in London, on the 17th in Hyde Park. Totally looking forward to it.

I don't know. I wish I had more things to say and wish I'd done more. I don't have courage to do things so that's why it always feels like I'm stuck. I wish I had the guts to do all the things I wanted, but there's always that fucking little voice inside saying 'you shouldn't 'cause you're gonna get screwed'!

I want a holiday desperately!!!
"It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when
We need the money"
(Franz Ferdinand)