First of all, best wishes to all women.
So far the weekend's been shit as predict; pretty much most time yesterday was spent on the phone for some work related issues that didn't work out too well, afterall who's in the mood for work on saturday? As for the night, after discarding any sort of horrible proposal, me and some friend narrowed it down to a LaserTag thing nearby. Sure it was like openly accepting our nerdy nature but the price was good, it looked more fun than spending money in depressing hipster nightclubs, one of us had his birthday and he mentioned he wanted to try it out, as for me it had been 10 years since the last time I did it and I still remembered it as quite some fun.
Unfortunately bad luck appeared again and birthday boy had a bike accident on our way there, so part of the night was spent in a hospital where thankfully he left shortly afterwards with just a few bruises and a big scare. That pretty much killed any plans so I just accepted my fate of spending the night at home and trying out that swiss absinthe a friend sent me for xmas, all this while finally getting to listen to that Julien-K record.
In the end it could have been worse but whatever, as time goes by I feel more and more detached from my enviroment here. I tend to have most fun by myself and usually the time spent with friends feels more like public relations than true enjoyment. Maybe it's my own sort of inner clock that just tells me to get the fuck out of here, after all it's going to be 9 years in september since I moved to Bologna and it's the longest I've lived in a place so far. Or maybe it's just that I feel that substitute-for-spring we get lately coming in and it fucks up my mood badly, who knows really. After all I don't have any money or ideas to go anywhere else for now
So far the weekend's been shit as predict; pretty much most time yesterday was spent on the phone for some work related issues that didn't work out too well, afterall who's in the mood for work on saturday? As for the night, after discarding any sort of horrible proposal, me and some friend narrowed it down to a LaserTag thing nearby. Sure it was like openly accepting our nerdy nature but the price was good, it looked more fun than spending money in depressing hipster nightclubs, one of us had his birthday and he mentioned he wanted to try it out, as for me it had been 10 years since the last time I did it and I still remembered it as quite some fun.
Unfortunately bad luck appeared again and birthday boy had a bike accident on our way there, so part of the night was spent in a hospital where thankfully he left shortly afterwards with just a few bruises and a big scare. That pretty much killed any plans so I just accepted my fate of spending the night at home and trying out that swiss absinthe a friend sent me for xmas, all this while finally getting to listen to that Julien-K record.
In the end it could have been worse but whatever, as time goes by I feel more and more detached from my enviroment here. I tend to have most fun by myself and usually the time spent with friends feels more like public relations than true enjoyment. Maybe it's my own sort of inner clock that just tells me to get the fuck out of here, after all it's going to be 9 years in september since I moved to Bologna and it's the longest I've lived in a place so far. Or maybe it's just that I feel that substitute-for-spring we get lately coming in and it fucks up my mood badly, who knows really. After all I don't have any money or ideas to go anywhere else for now
gufina:
Dai, la prossima volta vieni a bere una birra con me e Giulia!! 
eden:
hey grazie per aver commentato Easy Target 