I just can't remember what I did on Friday night. I recall that I was smoking on my way from the office to the hotel, then I stopped by the lobby to read the newspaper hoping that my brother would call me to get together. It just didn't happen, but I don't remember what I did instead. Ah, I think after that I went upstairs to my room, waited a bit more, and since nobody called, I went alone to the nearby shopping center to get some cheap food. Yeah, that's right. And I was quite delighted to find that they were selling those meat filled chinese buns. That's how my Friday ended.

Then on Saturday, I was smoking from the morning. I did that moments before lunch time. The previous night I'd bought bread and a can of tuna, so my brunch was tuna sandwiches. They tasted of glory! This particular brand of tuna is great for sanwiches because the fish is not in chunks, is in flakes; plus, the fish is bathed in oil and broth, so it's quite tasty.

Then I stopped smoking, and in the afternoon went to a real nice shopping center dressed like a backpacker. I wanted to watch "Finding Nemo". Even though it didn't have anything to do with sex, drugs, nor rock'n roll, I enjoyed the film.

After the movie, on my way back to the hotel, I get a phone call from my long lost friend! He was back in the city! He'd just arrived in the airport! This dude was supposed to come several weeks ago. I thought perhaps he'd been arrested or something, so I was pretty happy to see him again. He was going to stay in my room.

But, but! As soon as he arrived, he was telling me he wanted to get layed? But by the time we got together it was already too late for that. I think he was really horny because we went out anyway, to a bar. This bar was funny cause the girls were so ugly they should've payed us to be there! Man, there were so old ladies doing bartop dancing, a few other ones had a belly (and they were not pregnant). I'd swear that a couple of them were not even girls, but gays. Whatever.

Sunday was spent pretty much doing nothing. My friend had a lot of planning and e-mail to do, but among the so many things he had to think about, he was so confursed that he hardly made up his mind even in the last minute. We were supposed to find a place and get layed, cause he wouldn't stop talking about that. But then on the other hand he wouldn't stop talking about his work either, wondering in which order should he do his stuff. He was worried cause some of them were mutually exclusive goals. We either get layed or he does a bit of work; he can't get it both ways.

At the end he gave preference to work (even though it was a Sunday night). I waited him for about four hours to make up his mind, and gee, what an undecided guy. I didn't know this side of him.