I've been running my mouth about letting go for quite some time now. But rarely do I take a second to add some perspective.
We all have our problems, be it the struggles of a European school of economics, our whitewater raft not showing up on time, being stuck in a shitty Midwest city that is cold and rainy, or not being able to thrust our way into the cavities of our female of choice, etc, etc, etc. And these all seem incredibly valid until you venture outside of your preconceived notions of what is fair and just. I got that tonight.
Walking to "Copps", the local grocery in my hotel mini-mall area, I noticed a Russian hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Went in and took a seat. An incredibly attractive, sharp featured blond sat me and brought me a giant glass of beer. So far...so good. All I needed now was an "in" to get a picture for my blog/partner in crime.
By the end of the meal things were looking grim, and then a man sitting at the next table that had been speaking what I had assumed was Russian to the watress turned to me and said (add Russian accent) "That is a very good beer. It comes from my home town" So I check out the label: Latvia. Damn, I wasn't even close...or was I...I don't know...FUCK YOU Mrs. Ulman and your inability to teach me world geography at a catholic school.
We get to chatting for about 30 minutes, and in that time I get a quite a bit of his life story. He moved from Latvia at the age of 20 to move to Norway. He grew tired of Norway and moved to Wisconsin in 2001. He has lived in a couple different places within Wisconsin since then, but really enjoys Madison because this particular restaurant makes food (add Latvian accent) "just like his mother".
Long story short: I asked him why he came to [The] America.
"Because a friend told me that I could work for 3 month and buy a car and a TV. I didn't believe him, but I came here and it is so perfect"
I guess it is pretty easy to "let go" when we all work to feed our enjoyment instead of our survival...
Sorry I didn't get a pic. She was the owners girlfriend.
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shit...I so wanted to see a pic of the owners girlfriend. No, really. I'm a blond w/sharp features. I wanted to see who is prettier?????
Seriously. Great homily. Tsoaism is giving Catholicism a run for its money. I love perspective. It really is a derivative of listening. Or..being stuck in a "shitty Midwest city that is cold and rainy..." Either way. Tsaoism is absolutely a contender.
I don't know, compared to Catholicism Tsaoism doesn't seem like it worships enough dead people. . . you might want to work on that. Oops, I mean "undead". Yeah, Tsaoism is seriously lacking in the zombie-worship department.
So last night about eleven I get a text from Sally, "Five naked ladies are in need of a photographer". One of them was a girl named Megan, a friend of Regal, she knows you (has gotten high with you, like that narrows the list). I got home about one but Sally did not let me bring my camera home - have no pictures to share.
P.S. I think it was the feeding of my enjoyment that allowed me to walk down that treacherous road of anger - thanks for the good call on it.
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