"Elephant woman, stay away from me..."

Sorry, Ro, I had to use your little song. You got yourself rid of your EW and I managed to find one in Polish lands.
THANK GOD SHE EMBARKED ON THAT TRAIN THIS MORNING!
HOORAY!!!

It's been a beautiful day. Kinda colder than the others, but the sun is shining and I feel great, for a moment I could forget about all the problems. But just for a moment.

Junior is doing some things with Suzana and I came to Kolory to have a beer, a cig and watch some Foo Fighters videos on YouTube. YouTube is everything, man...
The other day I watched Guns N Roses in fucking Rock in Rio II, fucking 1991, playing 'Estranged'. I couldn't stop smiling and loving it. It'd been ages, when I had the brilliant idea of recording a Pearl Jam album (Ten) over the Rock in Rio concert, since I listened to it. Estranged, man...

I think Junior and I are going out tonight. Going to fucking Kitsch. Easter is coming and these people don't work for six fucking days. The holiday is from today (Thursday) to next Tuesday. They all go back to their hometowns and stay with their families. In Brazil we would probably go to the beach (not me), or mountains or stay in the city and drink in the bar. Weird people over here...
So we're going to the market to buy booze and food for the holiday, do a bailinho and try to have fun. Kolory will be open, I guess, but not on Sunday. Nothing opens on Easter Sunday (well, even in London it doesn't). We were invited to have breakfast at Suzana's this day, even though we don't feel like going. But as we don't pay rent we have to show our faces from time to time.

You know, the atmosphere in the house is already great. I woke up when she left at 7am to lock the door and when back to sleep. Junior woke up around 8:30am and I got up at 9:30am. I went to the kitchen, he was listening to some music, and the first thing he said was:
'I'm so happy that she left...'
Her fucking cousin, man!
Then I went to exchange some money, bought a kind of a donut they sell on the corners here (I don't know the name but it costs 1 zl), went to the book store to see a book for my future students and then to the market. Once again the women behind the cheese and meat counter ignored me, but in other days that would have really gotten on my nerves. But not today. I waited until eventually one of them came to serve me. I bought my cheese, then two chicken breasts and 'chicken hearts' (I don't know if this is the correct name). She even taught me how to say 'half a kilo', which of course I already forgot. On my way home, I listened to Foo Fighters singing along aloud, never did that in my life before. People would look at me but I didn't care. I was wearing my new sunglasses that I bought the day before yeasterday.

The sunglasses situation started when Junior and I decided to buy our Easter supply at a market far away, but it's cheaper there. We would have to take the tram. We bought the tickets and got on the bastard, but the next stop we were told to get off. I wasn't undersdanding and Junior neither. Then a girl came to talk to us in English and she was going to the same station. We followed her to another tram and when we were getting on the driver told everybody to leave. The thing was: there had been and accident on the way to that market and the trams weren't doing the route. We got sooo pissed. We did what anybody would have done in this situation: went for a beer.
We went to Offycina and had a pint, then walked through Rynek window shopping. At this store we saw some shades and there was this great Ray-Ban-like one. My shades were awful, dirty, broken, sliding off my nose, so I spent the grocery money on new ones. Then Junior, in the next shop, bought a perfume and and anti-aging cream for the area around the eyes. He also spent the grocery money. But we felt better. We talked shit, walked slowly towards home and prepared supper.
I went to my room, which now has a wardrobe and a sofa and Foo Fighters pics that Adri borrowed form a girl at the radio station, and finished reading the second Agatha Cristie book.
I know, Ro, Agatha Shmagatha, but at least I wasn't putting up with the EW.

Now in Kolory, seeing people coming and going, slowly drinking my Tyskie (they don't sell Zywiec) and smoking my cigarette, which, I hope for a brief moment, is not Marlboro. Junior and I went for Viceroy big time. But desperate times require desperate measures.
And horray. Elephant Woman is finally away.