Ugh god, I'm yawning now...Okies, I've decided that every time I go on LJ I'll update twice in a r -
- row until the Turkeyland Confessions are finally finished. I'll set a reminder on my phone to say FREE TIME? FORGET FACEBOOK! SCREW MESSENGER! MIKA'S MAGIC NUMBERS CAN WAIT FOR A FEW MINUTES! UPDATE YOUR LIVEJOURNAL!!!!! And so on and so forth, if you see what I mean. Hmm. Numero . . . ten . . . of ze Confessions of Turkeyland (?) ist:
Big applause for Meester Eddie on karaoke!
Yeah, you know what I said about two minutes ago about my dad being a Rose Garden celebrity? Hmm, yeah, well, let's just break this down into two or three parts:
- Big applause
- Meester Eddie
- Anything else I might hasten to add =]
Okies, so numero uno. Or for the lesser brained, one. =]. Big applause (phonetically: beek ap-la-house, but la and house are spoken reallyreallyquickly so it just sounds like louse...wait-) was something every Turk should know to get past the English tourists. All I have to say. Moving on. . .
Numero dos (o? =]) Meester Eddie. Awww, they never said Eddie to him until mid-second-week when he'd been there so much he was some kind of a friggin' celeb. When a waiter dude saw us walking down the street, he would call EDDIE'S HERE! to his boss, and they'd look around for any spare tables, or if there weren't any they would FIND us one, and then they'd all get chairs and shake Dad's hand, and all the punters would look at us weirdly. It was like a teamwork type of thing, and EDDIE! or EDDIE'S HERE! was the signal for them to all start moving. Usually, the table was ready before we even walked through the . . . hmm. There wasn't a door. Neither were there any enclosed bits (not counting the toilets), it was almost completely outside except for the little straw roof thingie. =] .
Oh well. We can't all be rich with doors now, can we?
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The Turkeyland Confessions.
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Turkeyland Confession #1: There is a chicken in your hotel.
Turkeyland Confession #2: Older men can't seem to grasp the concept of staying away from teenage girls.
Turkeyland Confession #3: They want one of three things- a. you in bed or b. you buying something or c. your hat.
Turkeyland Confession #4: Whatever you do, do not let them see your hat. HOLD ON TO YOUR HAT.
Turkeyland Confession #5: You’ll get the booze, regardless of age.
Turkeyland Confession #6: Big applause for fishbowl party, YAAAH! =D
Turkeyland Confession #7: Tip when getting hair braided: if the salon lady comes at you with a hot glue gun, RUN!
Turkeyland Confession #8: Get yo cameras at the ready bitches because this mountain in front of me is some big-ass Kodak moment!
Turkeyland Confession #9: Three karaoke songs and a free cocktail!
Turkeyland Confession #10: Big applause for Meester Eddie on karaoke!