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Published: March 2nd 2007
Me, Lino, and Marcello
Me nobre? Me nombre... Juan Pachanga. Me gusta!!Okay, so maybe this won't be the most exciting entry but fuckit. Life is kind of normal these days. Well, not really normal. But more normal than it's been. I guess. And honestly, I really don't have the energy to properly explain what this experience of living and working in Auckland has been like. So I'll just stick to the basics and talk about nonsense, and save the rest for when I publish my memoirs.
New Year's was fun. But that's old news. Really, I haven't gone anywhere too far lately so there's not much travel to talk about. We go out. We hang out. We took a sailing trip to some islands around the harbor. We go to the beach. I learned to cook awesome spaghetti carbonara. My iPod battery is all screwed up. We discovered a great brew pub right on the water. I made friends with the Maoris who chill outside the church across the street from my apartment. Marcello went back to Italy. The Argentinian girls went back to Argentina. My friend Philip just came back from Christchurch. My friend Trini had a bicycle accident and needed stitches at 5 in the morning (details withheld). And
Ottavia
New Year's Eve dinner preparations. that's pretty much it.
Oh yeah, a couple weeks ago I moved to a new apartment only a block from my old one. I'm living with my friend Lino from Italy. He's crazy so we get along perfectly. Good crazy though, not like my old roommates who are crazy in a way that would make them great candidates for the Dr. Phil show. The new place is better than the other one, even though it's just as small and now I don't have a window in my room. But we have floor to ceiling windows in the livingroomkitchendiningroom with a great view. Anyway, I'll be living in the new apartment for about 6 more weeks until my plane leaves for Indonesia. So like I said, everything has pretty much become normal around here. We have our regular bars, our regular coffee places, our regular dinners, our regular circle jerks, our regular bukake parties... it's just like home.
And then there is the neverending excitement of work. I've managed to settle into the job. Basically what that means is now I'm comfortable showing up a half hour late every day, and I spend a lot of time emailing my
New Year's Chef
Ainhoa seems to be mangling the fish. friends.
But I'll tell you why I love the job so much, it's the people. For example there's the guy who constantly says to me, "What's up, New Yoik?" Dude. Yoik? I'm sorry, but you're an idiot. Then there's the pretty but pudgy little blond secretary whose nickname amongst the guys is Rackalicious. Which I guess is accurate but only in the sense that the same holds true for most other moderately fat girls as well. Then there's the girl in my group who asked me if Alabama was a big city. Or how about the huge fat guy who looks like Oliver Hardy, can recite the entire McDonald's menu by heart, and insists on driving anywhere more than a block away? Or what about the woman who swallowed her coffee wrong and went into such a hysterical coughing fit that she wound up vomiting in the garbage can at her desk. I shit you not.
But as soon as I leave work I quite literally forget all about it. I check out the palm trees and the clear blue harbor on the way home. It's been a perfect 75 degrees and sunny here almost every day. The
The meal
New Year's feast. sun doesn't set until 9:00. I'm getting off the computer.
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adin
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$5 liters?
it must be a new day if gigowitz wants to get off of the computer. those bukake parties remind me of old times on first ave. that alan really looked forward to those parties. really, really looked forward to them. i wish someone in my office would throw up at their desk, it would sure make things more interesing for me. you should come home soon so i can stop refering to you in the past tense.