This weekend has been pretty nice to me.
A crappy week at work, which ended in a late Friday (6:30am – 8:45pm) with pizza at the office.
Friday, slept a lot, missed the morning rain.
At about 12:30, put on my iPod, shades, and headed down Emek, looking for brewing materials at the local hardware store.
Got some decent equipment for fairly cheap, but not everything I need. Hardware store guy advised to head around the Shuk and find more stuff there.
Will do next Friday.
In the meantime, I’ve finished polishing and bottling my first batch of “Hey, It Ain’t Urine!” alcoholic beverage. Alternate names are gladly accepted.
This is a lemony, high alcohol content drink, made in one week, and packs a nice punch. A deep yellow color accompanies this citric wonder, hence the name.
So, coming home from the hardware store, I stopped at the grocey store for more ingredients. Ran into Noa, who gladly filled me in on her current sex life fantasies, now that she’s in Nurses’ school, and has the tight-fitting white unfiorm and curvy…..
Right. I also ran into Leora, a former roomate of another frined’s, who we were both going to eat Shabbat dinner at. It had just finished the major downpour, and we came back to my place to sit and schmooze for the rest of the afternoon.
She’s a stunning beauty of a woman, in a compact package full of energy. She styles herself as neurotic and always tense. I think she just won’t let herself relax. The entire afternoon we sat and talked and drank. She wasn’t stressed out at all. Maybe it’s the other people. Anyways, she has a boyfriend, and even though he’s somewhere in China now teaching English, and she’s here, and they aren’t going to see each other for a few years, she’s ok with that. I don’t get it.
Why are all the good ones taken? If only…
I need to find that someone who “gets” me like I “get” them. Ebay?