The Heineken Way

The Eye of the Storm

It's odd. I feel so fulfilled, peaceful. And it's odd because I still have so much stuff to do, I ought to be stressed out and crosschecking, trying to fix the world in an Excel sheet and so on, and yet I feel so relaxed, so accomplished. Can't stop wondering why and the only logical answer I can come up with is that I've reached "that" point of stress, "that" level I'll dubb now "ghost stress": you can't feel it, you can't sense it, you are not really made aware of it, but you know it's there because it should be there. The Eye of the Storm. Yes, this exists, it's real and it can attack people prone to have real-based stress. Yeah, not the kind some lazy people have that love to create "stressful conditions" for themselves in order to pretend to have "such an important job" when truth is, they do nothing. Yeah, you are right, usually some mid-level hierarchies present this kind of "self-induced", sought out stress, and therefore they never actually experience real stress or ghost stress.

I'm full of lists and am pencil in hand checking the things I accomplish, and adding the stuff I need to complete but I forgot at first. Some days ago I decided to go "eternal" with the list and made it on Excel. Yep. That's my list... version 01.1. Still gara add some stuff, but hopefully this time I'll have one eternal list I can use for every single trip I'll make from now on. It's pretty handy, and you might wonder why do I make it now when I've been traveling for so long now, and when I'm so close to move home and probably reduce my trips to a scarce minimum. Well, because never before I have been so stressed out about traveling. When I managed the entire thing alone and I depended entirely on myself, it was plain and simple. I made my souvenir and my gift lists in a notebook and that was that. I usually was more loose with my credit card, so packing stuff was more than easy, it was effortless. If I forgot something, I just swap my card at a store. Easy, really. Now I have to be more careful, reduce expenses as much as I can, not to mention I didn't plan this trip, and I still have to plan my trip of december, so... not that much margin for me to operate.

So yes, I have a lot to stuff to be stressed about, but am I? No fucking hell, I ain't. The Heineken Intervention may have something to do with it. No matter what AA says, alcohol can make the difference and yes, sometimes you need a couple of beers at some bar, maybe a friend or two. Or what the heck, just grab a beer, go home turn on the tv and doze the booze down your gul. Man, it felt like heaven! Will see if I can score some more for Friday, talk some friends into a quick trip down the bars. Then I think I have a Smirnoff Ice Black in the fridge, I might have it tonight for the packing-third reload. Tomorrow I might score some more Heiney, and then, for sure, on Saturday I'll take more Heiney for breakfast. Yeah, people at the Airport already know me. ^_^ Always arrive on the brink of hangover. (Never really with hangover, but each and every time I get there tired after a night of drinking booze with my friends. It's tradition.)

Dude, booze may not be the answer, but what an elegant solution!

Invitation

This is what I call a good friend. My dearest, loveliest, most beloved friend, Iván kindly invited me this Thursday to Kashmir. Open bar, loads of rave and booze, and did I mention rave? And the booze? We were partying on Saturday, some great party, and had an awesome time! We reconnected after AGES of not seeing each other, like since high school and we are getting along so well, like you can't believe it! Then again, how could you not get along with someone tipping you of the best parties in town? Buddies in booze and buddies in crime. ^_^ Baby, I am booked! You can join me, though at Kashmir...

Electric Cucumber

Yep, I was right there where you are. O_O Fuck, so now they did a cucumber shaped dildo? Funny thing is, this is an entry generated after reading an ARTICLE in a NEWSPAPER. So yes, I was a bit... surprised to see this in my daily Le Figaro. I thought: "Well, I guess the Euro is just fine, if they can spend their time mixing ten year-old killed kids with 220 W cucumbers." I still believe that the Euro is just fine, as fine is my Europe, regardless of what all her detractors try so hard to say. I love and believe in my Europe and anyone who has a problem with that can go elsewere. (My Eurocentrism might be in the same level as my Narcissism. Then again, I have loads of reasons to be proud... on both accounts.) Anyway, so I clicked onto the cucumber thing to see what was that about. Hurray, an article hat has nothing to do with charity, economics, telecommunications, politics, welfare, war, currency... and all the usual stuff I normally click on and read. It didn't go better then I read the first line of the article saying that no, it was not about legumes. Hell yeah, it was "that kind" of cucumber! Dude, the way people is, and why does it even get to the papers? It was like this one time I misread a headline in a paper in Costa Rica which said "Moscoso Amenaza Estados Unidos" (Moscoso [the then Panamaian President] Threats U.S.) and instead I read "Mocoso Amenaza Estados Unidos" (Brat(or any really bad derrogative for child) Threats U.S.). Hyne, I remember staring at the headline and asking myself, "why don't they call him child or kid? Why brat?". Well, to your relief, I didn't misread the headlines (I hardly misread in French, since I'm not fluent enough in it...), and it really was about an electric cucumber, only it was not a dildo or a massage thing, but something faaaaaaar better.

The reporter said they went to know the electric cucumber, tried it and loved it! Well, It does sound like something I would love too. It's a cocktail. Basically you need:

- 1 part of cucumber syrup (where the hell do you get that???)
- 2 parts of green lemon juice
- 1 part of curaçao
- 6 parts of vodka

Oh, I can see your eyes, you drunkies! Yeah, anything with 6 parts of vodka is my friend or a friend of a friend, and any friend of my friends is a friend of mine. (Save people I dislike.) I doubt this fine cocktail is available here, but I will soon start scouting the bars for it. Definitivelly will go trying to score some cucumber syrup, or try and make it myself, and then try with the cocktail at home. I already have all the other ingredients! Besides, it's a green cocktail, and everything green I love... except people I hate and a certain neoliberal political party of Costa Rica, which I resent for using my favorite color as their signature color.

So, at the end, it happened that this electric cucumber do was something designed to give ya pleasure.

Now, slowly I gara go, since I have a lunch appointment and then a large task to tackle. Pfuj, I'm so good!