Category: leisure

So last Sunday I burned my hand because a certain someone (James ;-)) poured some boiling water over my hand. I used to work in a bar so it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before, but this time it wasn’t me that was causing it, so it didn’t stop immediately… And I didn’t really feel it when it hit my hand so I held it right under it for about a second or two. I held it under cold water for a minute or two (much longer than I would have at the bar) and then decided I was bored and that irresponsibility is much more fun anyway.

Yesterday I decided though, that it would probably be a good idea to get some cream for it. I have no idea where the idea came from, but I guess some part of my mind is telling me what to do, since I don’t have my mom around to tell me what to do. Usually it’s my friends, well, female friends who are more concerned about my health than I am, but without this element, I’m on my own. So I did the smart thing, I went to the pharmacy.

If you don’t want to be bothered with learning a language, then make friends who do speak this language. I went inside, found out pretty soon that it was going to be very tough to speak English to them and basically I got pretty far. I was presented two products and I was asked a question which, apparently, was important. I couldn’t answer, so the woman started calling someone. The person she was calling didn’t pick up, so I indicated that I’d call a friend. So I did, I passed the phone to the woman and my friend helped me out. Turns out her mom has a pharmacy herself, so she was the right one to call.

They should really include instructions on how to use these things though. I sprayed some of the stuff on and it started expanding and expanding and it seemed enough to rub onto both my arms. And the smell! They should have a warning not to use it in public places. Then again, you’re probably not going to nurture your burns in a public place.

I won! I won! I’m ex-pat in Bulgaria of the week! I just can’t believe it. You work so hard and so long, and I must admit I came to the point where I was saying “fuck the fame, I’ll just do it my way and if the critics don’t like it, it’s their problem”. Look where that got me!

Okay, where do I start.. there’s just too many people to thank! I would like to thank my parents and family, for always supporting me. My friends, for being there in the rough times in the past predating this marvelous event. God, for telling me what to eat and the nightly visits of course. Jesus, for dying for our sins, thank you Jesus (*I’ll call you*)! And finally, I want to thank my family’s deceased hamster Snuffie and dead/disapeared cat Fluff, for all the smiles and tears of joy they caused, wherever they might be.

This is truly a great day for me. Since I’ve been here I’ve had so many great days, but I don’t know how I’m going to top this one! Wow.

Oh, and please Stumble! this post, because this day is so important for me.. It has to be shared ;-).

Not as cute as this, but still pretty damn cute. So my neighbourhood has a lot of little shops and right outside my building there’s a small shop that sells alcohol and tobacco (and cable television, because the people in Bulgaria prefer to share one subscription than have 10 different ones).  Normally I only come in there when I have a hang-over and desperately need a coffee, but today I actually wanted alcohol. So I went inside to get a liter bottle of beer (oh yes), but the only one they had was crap beer, so I decided to go for two half liters. I ran into the lady that works there yesterday in another shop and she was telling the lady in that particular shop that I was such a good boy etc. etc.

So I order two half liter bottles of Zagorka… and she gets one and tells me that that’s enough for me. Haha. Sweet old lady, if only you knew.

A Dutch girl, an Englishman, two Dutchmen and a Belgian dude… minus the girl = trouble. Trouble + cheap alcohol = last night.

So err… It all started with a phone call, as it always does. I decided to join the gang for dinner and then go for a couple of drinks. We went into a bar and all had a beer. As I was looking at the menu for a a nice cocktail (they’re like 2 euro’s here anyway) I noticed a particular cocktail… called the Old Seaman. So I asked James if he fancied some Old Seaman… (if you don’t get the joke you’re not old enough)  I showed him the menu and he ordered it immediately. This was the start of an hour of hilariousness and very lame jokes which should not be repeated in written word.

It was good, because we only had the one beer there and the Old Seaman, so we weren’t actually drunk. We were acting like it, but we weren’t. Then we headed down to a pub to watch a football match between Aston Villa and the Spurs. What a crazy game it was… So basically we’re drinking and drinking and drinking and talking (from time to time – there was football)… Actually I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves… Have a look, they speak a million words.

Click here for the gallery.

For the first time since I’ve been in this country (about a month) I made my own ‘meal’… or Sunday afternoon hangover-lunch as I like to call it. Discovered that I only had two pans and no spatula, which forced me to be a bit creative with how I prepared the meal.

Ingredients:
– Half an apple (green, sour)
– A middle-small union
– A green, hot pepper (SMALL, unless you’re in Holland, you might need two ;-))
– One tomato
– 3 eggs
– Salt & pepper

Well, I’m not going to tell you how to prepare this. You can probably figure it out yourself. If not, well… It’s time to move out of your parents’ basement. This is what it looked like:

And this is what it tasted like: