The last days of summer the students party as if there's no tomorrow. So did I with my new made friends from the introduction.
Saturday evening started off with a dinner, Turtle and I cooked chicken-curry and invited Chatty and Smiley over. In the middle of dinner Al and Pokerface walked in. They had called, but I answer my new American phone as often as I did my Swedish one (very seldom that is). Al needed somewhere to crash. He was homeless (but will hopefully get a place tomorrow) and I had an empty apartment, so I had given him access to our futon. The first thing Pokerface asked when he entered the room was: "Do you have weed?" The deal is, that Chatty knew where to find some, so he could help Pokerface out in that department.
Our party continued to Chatty and Smiley's apartment. When I told them that I'd never seen, or for that matter tried, marijuana, they had to show me. I found myself smelling on some dry balls of green-gray herbs. This was not the day my Swedish don't- take- drugs-heritage caved in, but the cultural shock was quite massive. If you get caught possessing marijuana, you'll get a ticket, the same as you would get for walking over the street outside a crossing. With other words, smoking weed is no big deal here, public intoxication is much worse.
However, as long as you're in a group of people and don't draw attention to yourself, the cops will leave you be. But if you're alone and unable to identify yourself, you're in serious trouble (of course I had forgotten my ID that night). But still we walked from party to party, meeting patrols on the way.
The Americans have a different way to drink than Europeans. We take it slower and the parties continues until early morning, here everyone gets plastered really fast and the party dies before 12.
I woke up early afternoon and, after directing Al to the shower, I took a jog in an attempt to revive the brain dead sponge in my head. When I got back and had breakfast people started to drop in. If you don't have plans a Sunday afternoon you go to friend and do nothing together. The first to arrive was Youtube, a Brazilian film student. The next one was Pokerface. He was hungover and needed a double espresso to start the day, so we went to Starbucks and spend a few bucks on shots of coffee. Afterwards we took the bus to downtown Santa Barbara (students ride the bus for free!) and Pokerface could buy an espresso machine for his dorm room.
Turtle and Eddie (there's many new characters being introduced today, you'll get used to them soon) had joined us and together we made dinner at my place. Youtube excelled in the kitchen, making quesadillas to all six of us. Inviting people over who can cook is a perfect way to get dinner when you're too tired to make some yourself. He was really good at making caipiroskas too...And yet another day faded into a mist...
Saturday evening started off with a dinner, Turtle and I cooked chicken-curry and invited Chatty and Smiley over. In the middle of dinner Al and Pokerface walked in. They had called, but I answer my new American phone as often as I did my Swedish one (very seldom that is). Al needed somewhere to crash. He was homeless (but will hopefully get a place tomorrow) and I had an empty apartment, so I had given him access to our futon. The first thing Pokerface asked when he entered the room was: "Do you have weed?" The deal is, that Chatty knew where to find some, so he could help Pokerface out in that department.
Our party continued to Chatty and Smiley's apartment. When I told them that I'd never seen, or for that matter tried, marijuana, they had to show me. I found myself smelling on some dry balls of green-gray herbs. This was not the day my Swedish don't- take- drugs-heritage caved in, but the cultural shock was quite massive. If you get caught possessing marijuana, you'll get a ticket, the same as you would get for walking over the street outside a crossing. With other words, smoking weed is no big deal here, public intoxication is much worse.
However, as long as you're in a group of people and don't draw attention to yourself, the cops will leave you be. But if you're alone and unable to identify yourself, you're in serious trouble (of course I had forgotten my ID that night). But still we walked from party to party, meeting patrols on the way.
The Americans have a different way to drink than Europeans. We take it slower and the parties continues until early morning, here everyone gets plastered really fast and the party dies before 12.
I woke up early afternoon and, after directing Al to the shower, I took a jog in an attempt to revive the brain dead sponge in my head. When I got back and had breakfast people started to drop in. If you don't have plans a Sunday afternoon you go to friend and do nothing together. The first to arrive was Youtube, a Brazilian film student. The next one was Pokerface. He was hungover and needed a double espresso to start the day, so we went to Starbucks and spend a few bucks on shots of coffee. Afterwards we took the bus to downtown Santa Barbara (students ride the bus for free!) and Pokerface could buy an espresso machine for his dorm room.
Turtle and Eddie (there's many new characters being introduced today, you'll get used to them soon) had joined us and together we made dinner at my place. Youtube excelled in the kitchen, making quesadillas to all six of us. Inviting people over who can cook is a perfect way to get dinner when you're too tired to make some yourself. He was really good at making caipiroskas too...And yet another day faded into a mist...
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