New plans-go to Buzios, Inadvertently buy cocaine
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Oct 19, 2007
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Buzios,
Brazil
Friday, November 30, 2007
I drink a 1/3 of the bottle of vodka while chilling in my hammock. Tonight ends up being "nostalgic night". I am pretty tired as I didnīt sleep well on my 23 hour combined bus ride. But this all started because I was trying to remember something that I couldnīt remember and even now I donīt remember what it was I was even try to remember. I started thinking how weird and insignificant some of the things you remember in your life are. Like, I remember my bike in Quincy which had a banana seat and a big slick front tire. I remember getting in trouble in kindergarten and having to move off of the carpet a bit so the teacher would remember that I needed to be punished. Some other kids had to do the same thing and I totally remember scooching back onto the carpet and the teacher not remembering that I was supposed to be in trouble. I also remember some kid trying to rat me out. How weird is it that I remember that. I could give probably 50 examples but I wonīt. Then I started thinking about how easily your life could be different then the one you lead now or even how lucky you are to even exist. My dad was the next in line to get drafted into the Army during Vietnam. I guess the government drew letters out of a hat and if that letter corresponded with your last name, then you were the next to go (I think this right, but the details are probably not quite correct, he can probably shed light on the subject). He was just about ready to leave when the war ended. Like what if he went to Vietnam, would I even be here? What if he locked the car keys in a door one day that pushed everything back in his life by 5 minutes including knocking up moms, would I still be me, what about a second later, a tenth of a second, what if it was a different sperm? Very existential but this was my thought process that night.
I start to listen to my ipod while drinking and chilling in the hammock. In my head I think about the 6 best songs of all time. I go with 6 as 5 is clicheīd. Anyway here is my list in no particular order.......Stairway to Heaven, November Rain, Ainīt Nutin but a G Thang, Piano Man, Tambourine Man, and either Kathyīs Song (Simon and Garfunkel) or Wish You Were Here, but I canīt decide on the 6th, so I guess this is my list of the top 7.
I get my ass out of the hammock and head to the happening area of Buzios. Buzios is extremely beautiful and pristine and expensive. I find a cool lookin bar with a bunch of tables situated outside. I see two black chicks and this dude chilling at a table when I get up to go to the bathroom and one of the girls looks at me which is all the invitation I need. I sit down with them (next to the much better looking one of course - her name is Patricia) and the two girls speak a little English which is huge. Just a little English makes a big difference when conversing with people. We leave and they take me to a bar/club (the guy doesnīt go in as these stupid clubs always charge guys twice the amount a chick has to pay and I donīt think he wants to pay the cover). Itīs actually a mexican restaurant during the day I think but at night it transforms into Optimus Prime, oops I mean a dance club. The club plays mostly American hip hop cuts. I still dig Umbrella and I like this new song I think itīs by Akon and has something to do with him apologizing for not being there. Something like......Iīm sorry for the time I let you down, sorry for the time I was not around etc etc. Must have dropped after I left. They also throw in some brazilian hip hop or here it is called Funk cuts. This one cut has a guy saying Cowww, then everyone does like a humping motion. Then heīll go Cow Cow and everyone does the hump motion twice. Then heīll say it three times etc. until he is saying Cow Cow Cow Cow etc so fast that everyone in the place looks like they have epilepsy. Patricia has a perfect ass and lets me know so by rubbing it up against my crotch most of the night. I love dancing with brazilian chicks. They are uninhibited and their larger but nicer asses (compared to Americans) jiggle like quantum fluctuations. I get pretty drunk and I think we close down the bar, I donīt know, but it was late, maybe 5.
Patricia and her friend start walking to I donīt even know where. I guess we are going back to Patriciaīs crib. Then some guy the girls know picks us up and takes us to this crazy little store. The one girl wants money from us. She needs $20R I think and everyone gives her a $5 + her $5 would be $20. She comes back with 5 beers. What, 5 fucking beers, are you kidding me. Now beers in Brazil are much more expensive then in the US (not in bars, but in stores they are more expensive), but damn, I know they werenīt $4R each. Whatever, what can I do. We go to Patriciaīs and I crack open a beer. She has a super nice crib with a swimming pool and shit. She doesnīt work I donīt think, she just lets room out, kind of like a pousada. So a little later the dude from earlier, the dude who picked us up and the two chicks start snorting coke. They offer some to me and I decline and then it hits me.......ohhhhhhh thatīs where my $5R went, to go in on a bag of coke. Sweet, so I now have inadvertently bought some cocaine, which is cool because thatīs just one more thing I can check off my list of "things to do before I die". Have I mentioned this before, I think so, but doing coke is not much different from doing cigarettes here in Brazil. So, I decide to do a cigarette instead. I have a smoke while I chill outside on the porch as the sun is coming up. I think this is the first smoke I have had here. I eventually pass out in someoneīs bed as I canīt stay up as late as the otherīs since Iīm not hopped up on coke and Patricia has no redbull for me to consume.
Fin
Comments
Leite
To answer your milk question. I guarentee everywhere you have gone, there has been milk, but not in the way you are used to. They have an 'ultra pasteurization' process they use and therefore they can store their milk at room temperature for a longer period of time. Typically you will find them in bulk, plastic shrink wrapped together and the milk comes in boxes about the size of a kraft macaroni and cheese box, just twice as thick. If you like nothing thinner than 2% like me, it will take some getting used to. Typically it is better chilled. When I was there I about quadrupled my roomate's milk purchases because I am a typical american and drink lots of milk. Brasilians on the other hand, drink it rarely and only at breakfast.
Guapo Loco
The club you went to was Guapo Loco. It's a pretty cool place, and it's my fiance's favorite club (it's in Rio too). I know what you are saying about the asses, they basically sculpt them from birth.