My Buying Price
The way I saw it I really only had two choices:
A) I don't nap and have Tom stand over me in the hostel room chatting about life or
B) I don't nap, drink a beer and have Tom sitting across from me chatting about life.
Tom's interesting. He laughs a lot which endears him to almost anyone instantly. Then we had a weird conversation that went from his little sister becoming a woman, to his ex-girlfriend to viagra to what our buying price would be. According to him we all have a price at which we can be bought.... I'm still skeptical. Then he challenged me to take a married Mongolian man to the bathroom. Let me just tell you that it's going to take a lot more than one dollar to make that challenge even remotely enticing.*
Before we got to the bar I asked him to stop me after two drinks (at least, I think I did). Well, he was about as successful as I was from stopping Curtis after two beers. I think I started encouraging Curtis to drink.... What are you gonna do? I had no where to be the following day...and we all know I would have done it even if I had somewhere to be.
I spent the entire week pretty much either hung over or drunk. It's been hard to keep track of the days. It wasn't my fault though. It all started when Valerie and I started making spaghetti in the hostel's kitchen. We met Curtis. We chatted. Curtis invited me out with him and his buddies. He is in the Peace Corps and so are his friends. I went out for "one drink" and before I knew it I was in someone's home drinking their booze, listening to these guys yelling out their political opinions. A nice bunch. Here's what I've learned about them: John has a Mongolian girlfriend, Curtis and Danny don't listen to each other, Lizzy has a cornfed ass and Owen gets rockstar drunk as much as he can. We all didn't like the Finnish guy at the hostel. I think that cemented the bond.
Tom's out there buying toilet paper for me. Don't ask. I get on a train to China in less than two hours.
*Not because he was Mongolian. No, Mongol guys can be very hot. You see, he was married. I don't do married. ...and this particular man was not hot.
A) I don't nap and have Tom stand over me in the hostel room chatting about life or
B) I don't nap, drink a beer and have Tom sitting across from me chatting about life.
Tom's interesting. He laughs a lot which endears him to almost anyone instantly. Then we had a weird conversation that went from his little sister becoming a woman, to his ex-girlfriend to viagra to what our buying price would be. According to him we all have a price at which we can be bought.... I'm still skeptical. Then he challenged me to take a married Mongolian man to the bathroom. Let me just tell you that it's going to take a lot more than one dollar to make that challenge even remotely enticing.*
Before we got to the bar I asked him to stop me after two drinks (at least, I think I did). Well, he was about as successful as I was from stopping Curtis after two beers. I think I started encouraging Curtis to drink.... What are you gonna do? I had no where to be the following day...and we all know I would have done it even if I had somewhere to be.
I spent the entire week pretty much either hung over or drunk. It's been hard to keep track of the days. It wasn't my fault though. It all started when Valerie and I started making spaghetti in the hostel's kitchen. We met Curtis. We chatted. Curtis invited me out with him and his buddies. He is in the Peace Corps and so are his friends. I went out for "one drink" and before I knew it I was in someone's home drinking their booze, listening to these guys yelling out their political opinions. A nice bunch. Here's what I've learned about them: John has a Mongolian girlfriend, Curtis and Danny don't listen to each other, Lizzy has a cornfed ass and Owen gets rockstar drunk as much as he can. We all didn't like the Finnish guy at the hostel. I think that cemented the bond.
Tom's out there buying toilet paper for me. Don't ask. I get on a train to China in less than two hours.
*Not because he was Mongolian. No, Mongol guys can be very hot. You see, he was married. I don't do married. ...and this particular man was not hot.
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