and the truth is plain to see
but i wandered through my playing cards
would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might just have well been closed
and so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
-Procol Harum
Sabado 3pm
Well, Maria is coming over tonight and I am cooking dinner for her. It's just the two of us (ooh la la!) as Cousin Sydney is in Barcelona. I feel like a lovesick puppy. I'm making aliolia sauce with Pasta (my specialty, since it's illegal to barbecue in my flat- which is a goddamn heresy). I am going to barbecue my balls off when I get back to DC.
The plan is to have dinner and go out dancing (she LOVES to dance, and I would love to WATCH her). Who knows? I 've been out of the game a long time. Time will tell. But i really like her. Hopefully if something happens, it'll be nice and natural. I don't get nervous often, but I guess I am. O tangle of emotions that is love, like and lust! What's that serenity prayer? Give me the power to know the difference and the wisdom to choose the most sticky and intoxicating? Something like that. Been a long time since i practiced Catholicism.
Dancing..hmmm. Can you dance to Pink Floyd? That's kind of slow, no? Or maybe some 80's King Crimson? The Spanish love shitty pop - whatever is stuffed down their throats, they listen too. Probably don't have to worry about hearing either of those. Although last night at the local they let me DJ a bit with my iPod and I played some King Crimson, 21st century Schizoid man, live from Central Park in '74. Kick ass! One person, Juan Jo, wents. The rest of the people looked on with blank stares.
Downside in
I have not had very good luck in the dating department, for whatever reason. I got a call from Maria yesterday that her she had to take her mom to a clinic. She was really dizzy and couldn't walk. She later called to say she wouldn't be able to make it because they had to give her mom more tests. I could tell she was as disappointed as i was. Bummer.
Luckily, her mom seems fine now. They think it was her blood pressure.
Maria's Dad died last year. Her mother and he had known each other since she was 11. Needless to say, she has been very depressed since he died.
She called at 10 to say she was still at the clinic. Maybe we'll see each other today if her mum's okay. Her mum lives near her in Getafe and Maria was going to sleep over her house. Her other sister is down south in Andalucia.
I could tell it was tough for her. "I hate this place," she said, meaning the clinic. It brings back bad memories of her father's death for her. Hospitals are just a drag. And that bright white! I told her to pretend she was at the North Pole and that the nurses were big elves dressed in their pajamas.
She was really apologetic about canceling. I told her not to worry. The bowtie pasta, olive oil, garlic and anchoas (anchovies) wouldn't go bad. I'll just cook for her another time.
"Look, I don't know what I could possibly do, but let me if I can do anything."
"You are so cute!" she said. "I don't know if is the right word, but you are cute."
Remember Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, the claymation thing? Rudolph says, "She thinks I'm cuuuuuuuute!" and goes leaping through the air. Then I think the black cover on his red nose falls off, his nose shines red like a police car light and he's busted. So it goes.
Bite me, Jenifer J Lo
hey Mr. DJ, play my #&*^ing song!
-Jenifer Lopez
Once again I was asked to DJ at the local. Here's my basic setlist, in order. It can be difficult to find crowd pleasers in my selection, I guess my tastes border on eclectic.
Bob Marley and the Wailers-Small Axe-Duppy Conqueror
The Clash-Washington Bullets-Rock the Casbah
Led Zep-In the Evening-Fool in the Rain
Marillion-the other half
Procol Harum-Whiter Shade of Plale
Velvet Underground-Sweet Jane-Rock and Roll-Waiting for the man
Gordian Knot-Some brighter things (this kind of just clobbered them)
Audioslave-Be yourself
Fleetwood Mac-Black Magic woman
Ozric Tentacles-coily
The Ozrics were an attempt at electronica. After that James took over to play some true electronica. And thusly, I spent the night with JJ and my other pals down at the local. Que bueno! It's a Spanish CHEERS.
I also got to practice my Spanish a bit. I am at the point where it's a pain in the ass. I know what I want to say but can't put it together. Putting adjectives after nouns and reflexive pronouns before the verb is a bitch. And why so many fucking verb tenses! Sweet baby Jar Jar Binks! It is either happening, or happened, or will happen - isn't that enough?
My class yesterday with Paco from Oracle went very well. Nice guy.
It was fucking 37 degrees yesterday. That's 101 farenheit. Unreal. It's so dry here. I drink water by the liter. I actually had to buy some moisturizer for my face last week. Who am I, Princess Di?
I met Paco at his parent's flat and it was hot as hell. But the dry heat seems to be better than the stifling humidity of DC. My fan just follows me around the flat. Men here ususally don't wear shorts, at least not my age. I needed shorts so I got a pair at H&M. They come past my knees. All of the styles are different here.
Fuck, I thought after I got home and put them on. I bought a pair of Capri pants!
But I kind of like them now when I go out at night because they are longer. It's just too goddamn hot to wear pants.
"Hey kid, where's your skateboard?" JJ said the other night.
"Bite my ass."
She wandered through the garden fence
and said I've bought a great expensive potion
guaranteed to bring
relief from all your suffering
and though I said you don't exist
she grasped me firmly by the wrist
threw me down upon my back
strapped me to her torture rack
and without any further argument
i found my mind was all so bent
upon a course so devious
it only my torment worse
-Procol Harum
Thank you, whoever you are
-Marillion
2pm Domingo
Hot as balls. Sit in front of the fan in bed in the dark. It's not so bad really, but even time sweats in Madrid.
The patio at least has a breeze and is in the shade, but the air is actually hot as I think we are at 36 today.
I have started packing stuff up so it's not too much at once. I will leave a good deal here, in a suitcase with someone, maybe JJ. You put down roots after six months.
Blue cheese and lomo for lunch. Lomo is a cured cold cut of lamb, which tastes like... you guessed it - ham!
No Internet in the flat this weekends, which is a drag. The Internet places are sweatboxes. But blog I must. I blog therefore I am - still existing in the minds of my friends and family, not as a static image, but as a kinetic mass of energy and meat.
Love us all
how you never broke your heart
how you lose them
if you feel the feeling start...
and you
may find time will blind yout
his to just remind you
all is meant to be
-Yes
1:15 pm Martes
As I post this, just wanted to let you know Maria called at 4pm on Sunday.
"I'm near your neighborhood and wanted to see if you had sometime to get coffee."
"What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood (I am in the North of the city, and she lives outside of the city to the South)?"
"I was on Gran Via and just walked up here. I have to meet friends for the theater at 6:30. What are you doing now?"
"Going to have coffee with you!"
So cute, isn't it? But I don't know where it's going. She seems alternately extremely agressive and then painfully shy. I don't understand Spanish folks. I don't understand women. Thought I did once, and I was horribly horribly wrong. I don't understand geometry either.
So I'm just waiting to see what will happen, just like the rest of you.
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