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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Acrobatics

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We went to an acrobatics show which was pretty awesome.  There was body balancing and spinning plates and tricks on bikes and guys running on rotating rings and going on balance boards on top of rolling things and yo-yos.  It was pretty sweet, pretty impressive, though very touristy.  I saw some people there from the China Guide trips and ended up running to them and giving them hugs and talking to them and eventually just sitting with them.  Benny asked me when I hugged them, “Are they from the same boat?” and I said yes, and he asked if they were on there own and I said no, they found a tour guide on their own called China Guide and he asked, “Why?”  Then he laughed and walked away.

 

I bought Coelie some snacks and she gave me a couple bucks later.  I got a tiny package of Skittles and was happy that it was small and cheap.  I wish it could be like that in the States.

 

I finished The Alchemist that night.  His treasure was a hint to go back home and look under the sacristy tree, where he found a huge Spanish treasure.  He gave some of it to the gypsy, and I don’t know what he did with the rest, but it didn’t really matter.  Fatima sent him a kiss in the wind and he said he was on his way.

 

I went down to the lobby to hang out and play piano and work on the poem that I got inspired to write when Eric was talking about sonnets, but couldn’t because people kept coming in and out and talking to me.  (Life’s tough!)  I wasn’t really getting good lines to come through anyway, so it didn’t matter.  Jose told me he had a full bottle of Jack by himself in the last hour and that he did that pretty much every week while playing poker with his friends back at school.  He had hiccups pretty badly.


I ended up talking to people until 1AM or so.  A friend was supposed to come hang out with me around midnight, but she ended up talking to another guy until it was time for the wake up call, which is no big deal.  Except for I dislike the guy that they were talking to, but again, no big deal.

 

I think I’m going to try to be extra nice to him.

Being nice to people you like is easy.

 

We got the wake-up call and prepared to go.  The bus was cold and it was dark.  Dani and I walked quickly and I asked for a window seat at the counter.  We got on the first subway and got to the seats before anyone else, except one kid who caught up with us.  I fell asleep waiting and couldn’t find food except for my crackers.  They had taken my peanut butter.  They found a knife in Dani’s bag but let her keep it.  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT.  SHE KEPT A KNIFE AND I COULDN’T HAVE SEALED PEANUT BUTTER.

 

My window seat was the only shitty window seat in the whole plan pretty much.  It was actually an aisle seat, and the steward’s seat was to the right of me, and then the emergency door, and then had a doughnut-sized window about two feet away from me and a foot behind me.  I was pretty upset about that, but whatever.  Life’s tough!  It was pretty uncomfortable though and I couldn’t sleep at all.  I listened to a Radio Times about “What makes us want to do a good job” and then downloaded another one about conspiracy theories on my BlackBerry before we left and listened to that too.  Thank god for them.  Otherwise I would have gone crazy.

 

I came back to the ship and just waited for dinner and to find Catie.  We didn’t have any plans to hang out, but I knew she would hang out with me.  Somehow I was talking to Spencer who happened to know, and said she was already back and would be back on the ship around dinner.  I told him to please have her look for me in my room or on the sixth deck.   Eventually the three of us met, and we took the ferry and a cab to Victoria’s Peak.  Some other people came with us when we looked for an observation deck but they left quickly because I Forget Why and because Toby wasn’t there.  Toby’s really cool so I understand but there was no way she was going to find him at that point so whatever, her loss.

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