saturday night, allright!
at night after filming i was absolutly exhausted but couldn't find reast so i started drinking aguardiente (booz) on my own, deciding to go out and drunk very quick. victor picked me up and we stopped at a bar in bello drinking with some nice but very very fishy looking guys. mafiosis are so easy to recognize: 70s busynessmen kinda like hair cuts, button down shirts and (of course) moustaches.what a clichee. they payed and wanted me to drink beer with them, but i told them columbian beer is for pussies and forced them to drink booz. i'm the guest. equals chief. hahaha.
then we picked up catherine, vitor's date, pretending at their parents being sober. drank more in the car, listening to to horrific bad but very loud eurotrash dancefloor techno on our way to a place they called "very special."
it was a huge bar/restaurant rave kinda thing on a finca, where you can rent horses to ride. very noble. very crowded. very loud. people dancing. a mariachi entertainer singing in a mic dancing and jumping from table to table. in between all of this cowboys riding tricky and techy through the bar on horses. absurd i thought. thought i should get nuts or more drunk. voted for liquor and ordered another bottle of rum.
somehow victor's friend gabriel appeared. gabriel calls himself an artist and bores me everytime i see him to show me his work. in fact he's building waterfalls. anyway. we drink and he starts kidding (well i thought so) about safety, parras and AUC. and i'm mumbling like: so you into this, well you better eat my fuck! but he does'n understand me by the volume of the music and goes on like: you know, it's full of AUC guys here, not the great bosses, but ... thats why it's so safe here. this are very noble persons, real patriots, caring about their country. .... i was getting very pissed, but was unable to speak proper and decided that best and meanest to do is to steal his bottle of aguardiente and drink it on my own. a little moment of revenge at last. (hmmm ... well it made sense at that moment, i thought).
meanwhile victor tried to get on his date. a couple of days before he told me men would still have the word in columbia. they could do what they want and women better listen. but right then it looked like victor'll never get laid, nor he ever would have the word. nice i thought, columbian women are the greatest (and my mom's the best).
at home i still couldn't sleep and sat totally drunk and wasted on the balcony watching the night trying to reflect the day while i listend to throbbing gristle. i kept singing from the roof top of the convent over the village of copacabana like spreading words: discipline! discipline! i want some discipline in here! nothings farer or fits less in here then throbbing gristle. ... nichts ist fehler am platz.
then we picked up catherine, vitor's date, pretending at their parents being sober. drank more in the car, listening to to horrific bad but very loud eurotrash dancefloor techno on our way to a place they called "very special."
it was a huge bar/restaurant rave kinda thing on a finca, where you can rent horses to ride. very noble. very crowded. very loud. people dancing. a mariachi entertainer singing in a mic dancing and jumping from table to table. in between all of this cowboys riding tricky and techy through the bar on horses. absurd i thought. thought i should get nuts or more drunk. voted for liquor and ordered another bottle of rum.
somehow victor's friend gabriel appeared. gabriel calls himself an artist and bores me everytime i see him to show me his work. in fact he's building waterfalls. anyway. we drink and he starts kidding (well i thought so) about safety, parras and AUC. and i'm mumbling like: so you into this, well you better eat my fuck! but he does'n understand me by the volume of the music and goes on like: you know, it's full of AUC guys here, not the great bosses, but ... thats why it's so safe here. this are very noble persons, real patriots, caring about their country. .... i was getting very pissed, but was unable to speak proper and decided that best and meanest to do is to steal his bottle of aguardiente and drink it on my own. a little moment of revenge at last. (hmmm ... well it made sense at that moment, i thought).
meanwhile victor tried to get on his date. a couple of days before he told me men would still have the word in columbia. they could do what they want and women better listen. but right then it looked like victor'll never get laid, nor he ever would have the word. nice i thought, columbian women are the greatest (and my mom's the best).
at home i still couldn't sleep and sat totally drunk and wasted on the balcony watching the night trying to reflect the day while i listend to throbbing gristle. i kept singing from the roof top of the convent over the village of copacabana like spreading words: discipline! discipline! i want some discipline in here! nothings farer or fits less in here then throbbing gristle. ... nichts ist fehler am platz.
