5th of february, part 2
As I mentioned I wandered a bit around town, and I forgot to write about some of it because I remembered I had forgot the “Fag” episode.
So the levi's store, it was pretty cool, on the lowest floor they had an exhibition of jeans from different ages, even dating back to 1890 and earlier.
They had some cool hats as well, but I think they were mostly part of the exhibition as there was only one of each in the store and they also were on the same floor as the exhibition.
I didn't buy anything there, though they had coloured jeans for $20, but I figure I have enough jeans here already, and they didn't really have anything else of particular interest though.
On my way home I went to a walgreen's and bought some pink lemonade some shampoo and a deodorant. Walgreen's is the closest I've come to something like føtex/kvickly over here, and still it feels more like a kiosk.
The walgreen's was just on the corner of the block were the hostel was so I went back upstairs immediately afterwards, the english bloke had come home when I arrived, he was very tired; he had been looking for the fisherman's wharf and had been walking for 5 hours. I jumped up into my bed and began fooling around in unity, while I had been out I had thought it would be a fun exercise to make a working rubic's cube on the computer, I made the blocks and made sure you could toggle whether or not to rotate the cube (or actually rotate the camera around the cube) by pressing space, then I ran into the first problem, how did I best allow the player to turn the sides of the cube, so they knew which way the were turning them? I became tired turned of my computer and slept a bit.
Later a new guy came into the dorm, he was from africa and had some interesting stories, he had three friends who had all become very successful in different countries while he himself was very poor, the four friends all wanted to marry a girl from their village who has rich parents, you'd think that the three successful men would be the parents' first choice, but because he had managed to come to america he was now their favourite, even though he was slumming his way through.
I slept some more, so did the african guy, when I came to again the english bloke had left again, I slept some more. After a while the three exchange student girls came back, the african guy had hid himself pretty well beneath his sheets and if you didn't know someone was there you wouldn't notice, they didn't know so they talked a bit loudly and I think they woke him up, but it was just as well, because apparently he had to get up anyway.
Suddenly the african guy began playing on a flute, for no apparent reason. It was pretty funny and he said it was a thank you song, we never figured out what he was thanking us for.
I sat and wrote the last entry while the girls got ready for the pub crawl, when I mentioned my diary they asked if they were in it which they are, and I read aloud what I had written thus far, I read loud german girl, and the swiss girl corrected me as you've read in the previous entry.
I finished up the last entry and I went for a shower, and this time I had both shampoo and deodorant, awesome. The shower took some time figuring out, for some reason hot equalled cold and cold equalled hot. I got on some clothes and got back to the dorm room. When we were all ready we went outside and waited for the guy who was arranging it, he didn't show up for 20 minutes so people began going inside and around and stuff, I friended the three girls from my dorm room on facebook, and after the girl from holland saw my profile picture she made me promise I'd draw her one.
I was halfway through my beer when the guy arranging the pub crawl, let's call him mr. guide, told us we should go immediately, so I had to drink it fast since drinking in the streets isn't allowed, so I did.
The pub crawl was in it self not as spectacular as the day before, but I sat and talked with the three nice girls from my dorm, and a guy from michigan, who I at the time thought was gay, but as it turned out he was in the same situation as I, being straight but everyone at the hostel thinking we were gay.
But the first bar was pretty good, in the beginning it was mostly men in their forties, but when we left it was pretty much only young folk, at our table was an older man, who had I texas t-shirt on, he was actually from california but had been in austin, and thought it was cool to have a texas shirt I guess, he had come for some baseball fanfest in SF and was staying in the hostel for the night.
The crawl left the bar and went on, a lot of the people stayed at the first bar, which in hindsight I guess was actually what we should have done. But no, I do not own a time machine so I can go back and change every small mistake I make, well.. Not officially anyway, and besides no good adventure comes from doing the right thing!
So we went to a street with a lot of bars, mr. guide told us that we could just go to what ever bar we wanted and we didn't have to stay together, and then I knew we had made a mistake. What makes the pub crawl fun is that you go together with a lot of people, together. It didn't get much better once we got inside, I quickly went for the bathroom, and when I came out I couldn't find anyone, I looked around and thought had I been in a group of people in this place whilst on a pub crawl, I probably would have left, the bar was a brightly red lit place there was a lot of people, no places to sit and really loud music, and of course a small dancefloor. I kept looking for the crawl people but had no luck, so I walked to the exit and started to look outside if anyone I knew was out there, no one.
Then luckily I saw mr. guide waving at me from the other side of the room, I went over there and e pointed me in the direction of the crawlers who had been reduced to the three dormmates, mr. michigan, himself and me.I sat next to them on a bench next to the dancefloor and we invented such dance moves as the grocery shopper, the road repairman and the amish churner whilst sitting down and not really being able to talk.
Right in front of me was a group of girls dancing, I could not decide whether or not it had anything to do with me, either because they thought I was gay and therefore they could dance there without anyone eye-balling them, or because they thought I was cute and well dressed and they wanted me to start dancing with them.
I decided that it had nothing to do with me, because they weren't really THAT attractive anyway, and it was an easier conclusion.
But then the most hilarious thing happened, a guy who very obviously was either gay or just were like me and mr. Michigan, began dancing in the corner on the benches, it felt kinda like it was an arranged show, but it was really involuntarily funny, which admittedly is the best kind of funny, and what I think he believed was sexy moves looked a bit like when a 10 year old girl tries to do britney spears dance moves.
So after a while we, all of us except mr. guide, decided to go out closer by the door and try to find a place we could sit, and maybe talk, but no such place existed in this bar, so we left entirely and began walking back towards the hostel, luckily the finnish girl did not let me have any say in what direction we should be going, because I had told her earlier just how good my sense of direction truly was, so we actually went the right way. On the way we stopped for pizza and a beer, I had already had a slice that day so I really couldn't eat more junk, but I bought a beer, so did michigan, while the girls all ate a slice of pizza.
We talked about going to another bar, but we ended up in the kitchen at the hostel, michigan and I talked about going to the liquor store to by some beers, but we didn't, soon the finnish girl went to bed, then the girl from holland went somewhere, and I went to bed and Swiss/German girl went upstairs to facebook, michigan was all alone in the kitchen, and that's how I ended up not being the only guy who was mistaken for being gay that day!
