kiwis
last night we met the kiwis we saw yesterday morning.
we walked by their boat. there were three of them. two boys and a girl. they were sailor-young, like us (model-young is 15 but sailor-young is below 40) seb waved at them, and they reluctantly waved back. seb said, "they must be in a threesome relationship" and i said "no two of them are definitely cousins or brothers or friends". we decided we would go talk to them later.
(later, when we were walking, i saw a woman by the electricity/water station where the kiwis' boat was, she was rolling up a fat cable and she was young too. she was sort of smiling in a friendly greeting way at us. i wasn't sure whether to say something, because i almost thought she was one of the kiwis. but my eyes followed the other end of the cable and it pointed to a tattooed man in a van. "oh...van lifers" i thought...)
but it was not necessary for us to make the connection to the kiwis ourselves because our swiss friends had already done so. they had met the night before. and they invited everyone to their boat for beers and hanging out
and we hung out and talked. at first it was the introductory thing like: where did you start sailing, when? where did you buy your boat? oh just this may? congratulations! so are you kiwi or new zealander because accents are so confusing...oh ok, and you're british? oh cool so how--oh, cousins, ok. so what why did you start sailing? oh me too! yeah it was because he wanted to so i kinda had no choice. yeah we started dating on the fourth of july: independence day turned codependence day cue laughter
and then the conversation progressed to xanax and how it's the most relaxed that one of them has ever felt (i almost wanted to ask him if there is a disappearing ozone layer over new zealand too...how did he get this hat whose rim covers a 360 range in GREEN! clearly he didn't get it whilst sailing? it must've been a new zealand relic? then i thought better of it and didnt ask such a stupid question)
and luca said that gay people take xanax too and seb said no it's a different drug and luca insisted it's xanax and i said "oh to loosen up the butthole" cue laughter but i've actually been prescribed xanax before and it did nothing for me in any way
its effects felt mostly like placebo. i would take it and immediately feel better even though that's not the digestion works.
we dragged on and on talking even though we wanted to go to a restaurant, simply because seb kept talking and bringing up new topics. he was so excited
he and the kiwi and the british guy are all engineers
they talked about non-newtonian physics and i said "newtonian is just common sense"
(i say that like i have an engineering degree)
they said that having an engineering degree does NOT help you figure out boat problems
i said: but if we take the analogy of cooking, then engineers are the ones who write the recipes, right? having never made a recipe, they understand the theory of what items go together
they said: yes
i said: well my background allows me to write the irrelevant background story which happens before the recipe
who do you think is a touch closer to fixing the boat?
anyway we go to the restaurant
i am informed i have an international accent and they couldn't tell which one of us was swiss or american
(i think seb acts like an american with his extroverted enthusiasm and his outfits and his pseudo-american accent which he learned from me -- but he doesn't quite sound right either because he has a funny intonation and rhythm -- and i've got a bit of a shy seriousness -- punctuated with timely jokes like "oh yes it's a lot like a colonoscopy" -- and an international intonation...i speak with the american hard R but the rhythm and melody mixture of german and norwegian, these sounds which have wafted about me this past year)
The food came. Three vegetarian moussakas. We all said mmm so good.
And the kiwi guy also got a moussaka but regular and he said mmm so good it’s so fresh I can tell it’s not frozen
Then we all enjoyed our foods for a while and I saw the kiwi girl scoop some of her moussaka on bread and eat it that way. I thought that’s interesting. My vegetable chunks are so big I wouldn’t know how that would taste good
Then she realized she’s been eating regular moussaka and just 勝手に took his plate and put hers where it was and said “sorry I think you’re eating the vegetarian one”
And he had in front of him just three bites left. And he said “I knew something was off!”
And we all said didn’t you say it tasted so good?
So then she had still a full moussaka meal left to eat!
the waiter reminded me of bjorn!
skinny and tall and he was joking with luca saying he's not the strongest here but he's the most beautiful
and he sang some greek lyrics and luca said "what does it mean?"
he said "it means save my life, give me the poison so i can die"
and we said wow what! i thought it was maybe about socrates, i am so limited in that way
and he said "it's a love song!" (ah, the symposium then, i thought)
and we waited for more and he said "there's ordinary, normal love, and then there's greek love. greek love says: save my life, give me the poison so i can die so i don't have to see you with another man"
sharp inhale, all of us "wowwwww" "oh my godddd!"
i feel our swiss friends are so approachable. everyone talks to them
when we were leaving, the waiter said bye to me but i must've looked a bit intimidating because his smile whimpered into a hesitation
why am i like this! i think i have resting bitch face. i think this gives me that "maybe she's the swiss" energy
then luca said "i have something to show you"
and he shows two screenshots on his phone and he tells us to look at it carefully
they are of airplane ticket receipts and a boarding pass
the receipt says: unerfahrener Schlampenpreis
the boarding pass, above the departure, arrival area: Schlampe kriegt einen geilen Arsch