A night to remember - Vol. 1

Well, you know those things that you want to tell so badly but you don't even know how to start? First things first might be a way...

Last Saturday was, how can I put it, intense.
The day started with me and Patricia going to the mall to buy some things for the house (she said the supermarket there would be cheaper, but the problem is that it's a little bit far away and coming home with 100 bags is not an option). We found a place to make copies of two keys that I needed but I spent kurwa 19 zl on this! Anyway, one thing that we saw there and I found so funny was the sign of Mel Gibson's movie 'Apocalypto'. In Polish they don't have a preposition or something to show possession, they change the end of the word with an 'a' so the sign was: 'APOCALYPTO MELA GIBSONA'!!!! HAHAHAHAHA Totally Mela Gibsona!
We went back to the house and I had one beer. We went to the market nearby to buy booze (as we couldn't carry everything form the other place) and cigarettes. Patricia went to a cybercafe downtown and I went back home and started a bailinho. It was 6pm and when Patricia came back half an hour later I'd already drunk two beers and started with the combo nbr 2. We listened to music and danced and Junior joined us at 9pm. We danced and drank and took pics and drank some more and danced. We left the house at 1am towards coccoon (a gay club) because some of Junior's friends would be there.
There was some kind of drag queen performances and we couldn't care less. And we couldn't drink more either! We started with water and Junior and I went to the bar to buy some. Junior can't still tell the differece between numbers here, so he understood that it was 28zl, not 18zl. I gave a 20zl bill and he gave a tenner. A guy that was standing next to us said: 'no, not 28 but 18!'. Junior thought the bartender was trying to steal his money and started screaming: 'give me my money back! I want my money back! He's trying to steal my money!' It was SOOO HILARIOUS! But thinking about this now I think the bartender thought he was giving him a tenner as tip. The guy got so pissed but eventually gave him the tenner back.
We moved dance floors and were completely crazy. Junior just kept jumping up and down for two hours wearing my ray-ban-like sunglasses and a black shirt showing his chest. Patricia and I kept dancing. By this time I was drinking water but all the Red Bull that I'd had back in the house still kept me going. For two hours. I didn't see anything, just kept on dancing those awful electro songs but I couldn't care less. I think people were laughing at us.
At 3am I decided to go to Kitsch (well, this is a WHOLE NEW STORY...)
On Thursday it was Martha's farewell party. She's an Australian girl who became friends with Junior when he was studying in the early days in Krakow. She is such a nice girl! Junior, Patricia and I went to Kolore before meeting her and her friends and when I was ordering the beer there was an American guy who Started speaking to me. He's name is Lee, his from Pensylvannia and he's a little older, maybe in his mid-forties or something. We talked, I invited him to joing us but he said he was leaving and that we would meet eventually because he was always there. I don't know if he's gay or not but it was a nice guy and it's always good to have contacts.
We went to meet Martha at this bar nearby and met a few friends. We drank and talked and drank and talked and laughed and shortly after we headed to Kitsch. Kitsch is a gay-friendly club near our house. Music is not that good but I kinda liked the place and now is my favorite, along with Officina downtown where you can sit and have a beer, read a book, have a meal...
Anyway, as we were dancing there was this guy standing at the door. He wasn't George Clooney but kinda good-looking, say cute. We danced for half hour non-stop and the guy was still there. I mention the guy to Junior and went to the bar. We like standing near the bar because there's stools and dahhh the bar is right there. We stayed there for at least an hour and when I was coming back from the bathroom the guy was still in the same position! Just smoking a cigarette. Needless to say I got intrigued, but left it as it was.
Around 3am Junior was already tired and sitting, we had no money for booze and I was still dancing. Then Junior says: 'hey! our Brazilian friend!' I went to speak with the guy in Portuguese: 'hey! you're from Brazil? Where from? What are you doing here in Poland?' I turned out that the guy was actually Polish, but he likes Sepultura and is always wearing something related to Brazil. His name is Damien and he's 20 and he's much shorter than me. He studies Philosophy and he had a test the very next day - maybe a few hours later. We started talking. We talked about everything and Junior left. I stayed. I thought 'score' but things aren't that easy in this land.
We sat dowm and thought: 'this is it! a little kiss in the mouth to go to sleep feeling well...' But nothing. I don't know what the problem is with these Polish boys...
We exchanged numbers.
He sent me a message, I sent another, he sent me another and...
BACK TO SATURDAY
to be continued.