Last night was surreal, walking with Amanda thru the streets after Atleti lifted the Europa League Cup. There were SO many people in teh street. It was warm like summer. It was surreal. It kind of felt like the country had just won a war, but yet fans had made a hell of a mess of things, so it seemed a bit post-apocalyptic. Kind of like, we're going to be paying to clean this up for quite a while.
The ice age is coming,
the sun's zooming in
the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running,
but I have no fear'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river
This afternoon there was a huge celebration at Plaza Neptuno, where fans and the team always celebrate. So..., it was YET another day off (call in sick - style) in teh country with 25% unemployment. I understand they needed something to celebrate cuz things are really tough. But riot police where everywhere and of course there was violence and destruction, just as there was last week when Real Madrid won La Liga.
It's very strange. I don't want to destroy things because my team won a championship. It never even enters my mind. Call me a freak.
We saw one baracho (drunk) shaking the living hell out of a young tree growing on the sidewalk. People shouted at him to stop and he said "Bleehk, growl, Gleebk!" and got in some girl's face. She verbally tore him a new A-hole. People were staggering around blind drunk, unaware of every and all things around them. It was kind of like a zombie movie except no one tried to eat our brains.
Life here is a trip. But going to CT for some normalcy sounds quite inviting. I am going to be 44. I have to stop living like some time-traveling, interstellar adventurer, ninja. A little security. A little continuity. A smart phone.