(getafe Cercanias train station on The Oydessy Sabado evening)Oh, what a lucky man he was!
-Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Lunes
Been a busy weekend! Saturday was profound as La Profesora and I watched the Exit Stage...Left DVD. Before we even got to Xanadu, with the legendary dueling double-necks, she turned to me during the Trees and said “These guys are really great,” which prompts me to declare that I am in love.
What else happened last week?
I got a flat and think i can move in on Friday, which would rock as I have this weekend off
Got to see my first live Atletico game of the year and they annihilated Zaragoza
I somehow broke a tooth eating a kebap afterwards and see the dentist tomorrow morning
I had a whore of a time getting to Getafe as they either changed train tracks on me or i caught the wrong train on the Cercanias. I was still just a few km away when i got off, and tried to get a taxi, but no taxi's were working because a taxi driver had been killed. They shut down taxi's for two days! I don't know the circumstances, but doesn't NYC lose at least 1 cabbie per night? (Hmmm...the Internet tells me he was knifed.) Sad, but to bring the whole city to a standstill? This is how terrorists influenced the last Presidential election. It's shameful how easily they can be swayed.
I got another intensive weekend in Avila on Nov 29
I'm also teaching an intensive for Alex on Nov 17 y 18 in Segovia, the city. They have a Roman Aqueduct from like 500 AD!
Commuting to Madrid from Getafe is a bitch!
I ordered a hamburger with cheese, flawlessly in Spanish, and the waitress shouted “Speak English!” Fuck you bitch, there goes your tip. Why is everyone so nasty on Lunes? Half the people here don't even work hard!
Before I had Internet and the computer was out of power. Now i have power and no Internet. Welcome to Spain. Welcome to Lunes.
Maria told me last night, “ I bought some anchoas, so feel free to make your pasta again!” Sweet, he he.
When i get the Internet, I have pictures from Burgohondo, where i was near Avila.
La Profesora must be the only woman in Spain without an iron! Man is my shit wrinkled. (My is either at the Mural Bar or in JJ's car, if he is still amongst the living.
Fresh from the “Are you fucking kidding?” Department, I got an email from Darth, saying “Hey- i never heard back from you on this – so I'm resending it.” It was the email about her not wanting to settle until the house sells. I was simply ignoring her as I no longer have the stomach to reply to her nonsense. She no longer exists for me. She is myth, like the bogeyman, or the Jersey Devil, or like getting gonorrhea from riding a tractor in a bathing suit.
Roll away the stone
Roll away the stone
If you would just move yours
I could get working on my own
-Rush
15:52
I am typing on the Metro. Forgot my book to read ( my possessions are all scattered and i am scatter-brained. My 2:30 class was canceled but the bus took forever. Just a few more stops to the Cercanias train at Atoche. Then onto Getafe! I am exhausted.
Almost have the revisions done for the marketing class (that's what I was working on). Somebody in this Metro car smells like they haven't bathed in 7 days and they've been eating shit and black beans. They don't have enough respect for deoderant around here. Por que? Por que?????
Alright, time to shift trains.
16:05 Fuck! Just missed the train. Bitches brew!!
6:20 AM this morning:
La Profesora: Wake up! It's a glorious day!!
El Dude: Huh? Where am I? Where are my clothes? Oh... hey baby.
La Profesora: Wake up! It's a glorious day!!
El Dude: Ughh. Shit.
LP: Wake up!
ED: Okay, okay. And for the record, You naked is glorious. Athletico winning 4-0 is glorious. That thing you did the other night with the blindfold and your mouth and the ice cube – that was glorious. Lunes morning is not glorious.
LP: You're going to be late!
ED: Vale. Okay, Okay.
Okay – I am on the train. The right train, to Parla. I get off at Las Margaritas. I am quite tired and my ass hurts from these hard seats.
Halloween Prep
If I am in my flat in time, I will have a Halloween house warming party. La Profesora has a thing for Vigo Mortensen and the Lord of the Rings (Senor de los Anillos here). I'm a cheap imitation, but i've got the Aragorn thing going with the hair and beard. I am trying to convince her to go as Arwen (liv Tyler's character) with pointy ears. Grrrrrrrrr! So far she hasn't bought into it.
Listening to:
Smashing Pumpkins: Zeitgeist
Rush: Snakes and Arrows
Stone Temple Pilots: Core
Led Zeppelin I
We're at Villaverde Bajo.
Things are good at Maria's. None of the cats have sexually assaulted me, lately. But it's small and the cats command quite a presence. Can't wait to move into the new place.
Here's Villaverde Alto. I'm the next stop. See you all in cyberspace.
You're just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you!
-Jimi Hendrix
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys
-Traffic
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