alright. i've fallen way behind on this crap. there's too much to talk about concerning amsterdam and brussels. suffice to say i drank a lot of really cheap really good belgian beer and had a bad morning and bus ride to amsterdam and then had a good time eating lots of food and looking at red lights in amsterdam. check out facebook for pictures. for a full story buy me a beer when i get home and i'll tell you everything in excruciatingly embarrassing details.
when i got back from amsterdam my parents here in madrid so we hung out for a week and i got a bunch of good food for free and then this weekend we went south to alicante for a couple days. really quite nice. warm and sunny during the mornings and it was on the port with this huge mountain castle thing sticking up at the side of the town and then it rained and there was thunder and rain and hazy views out from hotel balcony out onto the ocean all night.
traveling with the parents is a lot better than traveling on your own. hotel rooms? are you kidding?
so that's that. more or less. i caught a train back to madrid this afternoon and spent a good amount of time looking out the window thinking about how nice life is that the things i'd like to avoid during my time living it.
so here you are. my list of things that i'd like to not do during my lifetime.
get stabbed.
stab someone.
watch someone get stabbed.
get hit by a vespa.
heroin.
get a small dog.
get the clap.
contract syphilis.
go to jail.
pop my colla(r).
spend more than a day at a time in kansas.
loose a limb.
get caught in an avalanche.
fall off a cliff.
have to jump out of an airplane without a parachute like keanu reeves in point break.
have to ever watch another keanu reeves movie while traveling in spain.
have to perform the heimlich on myself.
live for any extended period of time in or in close proximity to LA.
drink bicardi breeze for anything less than a joke.
spend a fourth of july without igniting some sort of explosive.
have my foot run over by a truck.
own a lifted truck.
be seen in a lifted truck.
be seen around a lifted truck.
go to typhoon saloon for anything other than metal skool.
go to pb more than one time a month.
cocaine.
get stabbed by a knitting needle.
get stabbed by a key.
get stabbed by a pen.
step on a nail.
fall down a hole and have to get rescued by the fire department while crying.
ever forget the names of both the dogs (shadow, chance) and the aptly named cat (sassy) in homeward bound.
get spiked by a porcupine.
get sprayed by a skunk.
wear crocs.
wear one of those obnoxious painter's hats.
ever stop playing video games, especially star wars ones, sometimes.
break my back.
break my ass bone.
get badly burned.
start a forest fire.
use facebook or myspace when i either get married or pass 27 years of age.
be afraid to mooch off of rich slash successful friends.
that's it i guess. there's more but my fingers are cold and i'm going to go hang up some laundry to dry and all in all i miss seattle and san diego and the people that live in both of those places.
see you soon.
-mitch
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