well, i just heard a rooster crow. last night was wonderful. after i didn't really want to do anything, al dragged me out so we could find 'our' bar. we decided to go to florentine, the cool neighborhood in tel aviv. to the indian restaurant, sabkuch milega, that i played at. it took us forever, but we finally caught a cab from ramla to the general vicinity of the bar. i must say i've gotten pret-ty good at bargaining with people here. it's necessary or you get screwed. i mean, i got the guy down from 100 sheckles to 90, so i'm pretty much badass. but really, the driver was very nice, and even cuts hair when he's not driving a cab, so we may have the hair hookup. that is, if i don't just cut my own. and we all know how well that turns out usually.
well we got to florentine, and after a little detective work (i.e. asking someone), we found the place. we went straight to the bar and almost immediately started up a convo with a trio of strapping young lads, in addition to dreamy bartender with good music taste from the first time we went (name: ran). after a while, we all retreated upstairs to the rooftop patio, where they were showing, i'm not kidding, the LITTLE FUCKING MERMAID!!! i still know every word. the movie started to fuck up, so we all migrated, once again, to the bar downstairs. one girl bartender there, plus ariel, david, and another dude, plus al and i just started dancing on the bar to the great music. then, all of a sudden we were dancing behind the bar, all of us together. just one big rowdy dance party. then, some guy started spraying water, and then beer. so then, it was a big, rowdy, wet, beer-soaked dance party! it was the funnest thing ever! we were getting free drinks here and there and just having a grand ole time. nothing raunchy dad, don't worry.
after the dancing winded down, it was about 3 AM, so too late for a sheruit. luckily, this place is amazing and stays open 24 hours for some reason, so i spent a while just talking with david, a german guy who is staying in the guest house at the place (oh yeah, you can rent rooms there too... !!!!!!!!!). he works there in addition to living there. not too shabby if you ask me. anyway, we must've all talked for a quite a while because all at once, david led me outside where it was completely bright. then, it started to rain. now, i don't know if it was the fact that i hadn't seen real rain in a few months, or the magical feeling of the night, but we just stood in it, laughing and dancing around in it. alli heard us from upstairs and came down with ariel and his dog, bunjee who follows him everywhere. so we are all just standing in the rain dancing around in our clothes with this dog and it's great!
david is actually working, so after the rain calms down we all go inside and he serves us hot chai tea so that we do not get sick. then, david needs to get the electrical stuff from the roof so it doesn't get ruined, so we all go back upstairs, where it is raining even harder! i find a guitar and just play the thing even though it is desperately out of tune and we just play and dance and get absolutely SOAKED. but it doesn't even matter because it's a beautifully tragic morning. the rain calmed down again, i took a few photos, and we said our goodbyes before walking to the train station, which is actually very close to the place. now i hadn't been feeling well starting late in the night. my stomach has been getting upset really easily, so it was sort of bothersome. but i still had a blast. plus i think alli and i found our bar.
so we are in the sheruit and ALMOST home after sitting in rain traffic, and there's a guy that gets on the taxi not too far from our stop and i realize i have to throw up. it's now or never, so i practically leap off the thing, alli leaping fast behind me and i jump of JUST in time to run behind this concrete slab thing and blow chunks. i don't know if "salvaging my dignity" is the right phrase to use here, but whatever. we were cracking up about it anyway. al carried my bag and i haphazardly wiped off my shoes in the dewey grass on the short walk home. vodka, never again.
managed to not throw up again thankfully. it's so strange, i never puke except for these wretched spells in the mornings after when i can't stop until 1) there's nothing left 2) it's been 4 hours and 3) i can stop puking long enough to sleep it off. so there we go. i ended up sleeping it off just in time to get picked up by yaacov for work. i almost lost it in the cab on the way, but i held it together and even ate pizza!!!! and green tea with milk that everyone says looks disgusting but is actually delicious. two exciting things, and i'll let myself go to bed. it's 6 AM. fuck my life...
1) oranim is going to be using my images for the website. for credit.
2) we got the video camera from oranim, so al and i can start making our documentary!!!
that's all for now. i'm tired. love you!!!
l'hitraot,
b'ahava,
sally
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