getting off the track
A stereotypical gothic girl eyes me with her strange eyes for a while and then comes to talk to me. You know, the official small talk to get one interested of something else than talking. In english this time, since I am not in Finland but on a small Baltic tour with my band and the bar I am in is the place we performed a couple of hours earlier.
I'm walking the streets of the old town of Tallinn with a couple of gothic girls and some boys, all of them local, all of them rather speaking estonian than english. I know none of them, and I have no idea where my friends are. But everything is ok, because this is just a compensation to the adventure I got invited but I had to decline yesterday in Riga. It's not about trying to get laid, honest, it's about getting off the safe track of events and seeing how things will end up. A holiday from normal life.
I'm in a taxi, and I'm told we are fetching some booze from outside Tallinn because they want to buy some and the clock is about 6am at the moment. We are supposed to be heading to some local house somewhere to party and perhaps to fuck, but I have my doubts of the real plan. I don't care, though, I have no tight timetable for tomorrow and I feeling safe enough.
I'm in front of a gas station, still in the taxi. Another one of the gothic girls has completely passed out, being now just a decorated almost lifeless limp body. She was the one organizing the taxidrive and the afterparty we were supposed to be heading to. Nobody is speaking english anymore, not even the stereotypical gothic girl with strange eyes. They look quite horrified, and are trying to wake up the passed out girl, with no luck. I'm quite sure I'm going to have to pay for the taxi in the end. Better make the most out of it, I think as I buy some beer and tobacco from the gas station. The taxi driver looks very pissed off, I think I'm the only one who is smiling. I was expecting something like this, and I'm just amused and already waiting to get back to my friends.
I'm talking to a very angry husband of the passed out gothic girl. I jump back in the taxi as soon as I have gotten rid of the girls (or they have gotten rid of me and a free ride home, who knows) - not worth the effort trying to talk myself inside the house of the very angry husband. Besides, the strange eyed gothic girl is very much trying to sneak away without me noticing - I guess she doesn't have money for the cab. The passed out girl gets carried home by her husband, so she is not my problem anymore. One estonian guy is still in the taxi but I think I can offer him a ride back to the city, I'm heading back to my friends anyway.
I'm on phone, getting a bit scared for the first time - meanwhile my friends have gotten so wasted that they have some serious problems with using a mobile phone and/or understanding any language, and they have the keys to the apartment we are supposed to be sleeping in. After several frustrating calls I finally find my way to a bar they are still in, some dozing, others beatboxing and entertaining the estonian people in the bar. I'm back on the track, and I'm told the bar is open 24/7 - time to order a beer, although the sun is starting the next day already.
I'm walking the streets of the old town of Tallinn with a couple of gothic girls and some boys, all of them local, all of them rather speaking estonian than english. I know none of them, and I have no idea where my friends are. But everything is ok, because this is just a compensation to the adventure I got invited but I had to decline yesterday in Riga. It's not about trying to get laid, honest, it's about getting off the safe track of events and seeing how things will end up. A holiday from normal life.
I'm in a taxi, and I'm told we are fetching some booze from outside Tallinn because they want to buy some and the clock is about 6am at the moment. We are supposed to be heading to some local house somewhere to party and perhaps to fuck, but I have my doubts of the real plan. I don't care, though, I have no tight timetable for tomorrow and I feeling safe enough.
I'm in front of a gas station, still in the taxi. Another one of the gothic girls has completely passed out, being now just a decorated almost lifeless limp body. She was the one organizing the taxidrive and the afterparty we were supposed to be heading to. Nobody is speaking english anymore, not even the stereotypical gothic girl with strange eyes. They look quite horrified, and are trying to wake up the passed out girl, with no luck. I'm quite sure I'm going to have to pay for the taxi in the end. Better make the most out of it, I think as I buy some beer and tobacco from the gas station. The taxi driver looks very pissed off, I think I'm the only one who is smiling. I was expecting something like this, and I'm just amused and already waiting to get back to my friends.
I'm talking to a very angry husband of the passed out gothic girl. I jump back in the taxi as soon as I have gotten rid of the girls (or they have gotten rid of me and a free ride home, who knows) - not worth the effort trying to talk myself inside the house of the very angry husband. Besides, the strange eyed gothic girl is very much trying to sneak away without me noticing - I guess she doesn't have money for the cab. The passed out girl gets carried home by her husband, so she is not my problem anymore. One estonian guy is still in the taxi but I think I can offer him a ride back to the city, I'm heading back to my friends anyway.
I'm on phone, getting a bit scared for the first time - meanwhile my friends have gotten so wasted that they have some serious problems with using a mobile phone and/or understanding any language, and they have the keys to the apartment we are supposed to be sleeping in. After several frustrating calls I finally find my way to a bar they are still in, some dozing, others beatboxing and entertaining the estonian people in the bar. I'm back on the track, and I'm told the bar is open 24/7 - time to order a beer, although the sun is starting the next day already.