Last Weekend; Part II

Well, Saturday wasn't as good of a night as Friday was, but I still had a good time. As you know, Biz decided to stay in because he's going on a paragliding trip today. Something about not being too tired when he's hanging a good distance in the air. I stopped by his place on the way out just to bullshit for a few minutes and then I headed out. When I got to the Crew, I entered the weekly pool tourny. (Which, as usual, I didn't win. But it was the last time I get to play in it.) And, again, I was takeing pictures. Oh, one little note, after how much I drank on Friday, and, more importantly, how I felt when I woke up, I decided that I was going to take it easy with the drinking. And, it turned out later that that was a good thing. Alright, on to the pics.

First up, one of the very few flight guys that I get along with, Ditty.

Next up, is Momma's son again and Momma's oldest daughter. She came down from Seoul where she is an assistant movie producer. I'm glad that I got to say Goodbye to her. I hadn't seen her since February.

A little later in the night, some of the guys started an impromtu (Don't know if I spelled that one right.) arm wrestling contest. This is Crutch and the Cuban at the start oftheir match.

And this is the end. The Cuban lost.

This is LJ just chilling out. But, dude. I just have to ask. What's up with that suit? I heard it before I saw you.

Cuban playing in the tourny. I think his team lost this game.

This is DJ and Crutch.

Here we have Goody (In front) giving his usual greeting and Angry Joe watching a pool game.

This is the team that knocked my team out of the tourny, Flip (right) and Tubby.

I had a couple of pics of Ronin in my last post. But now he's blonde. Funny story behind that too. Well, when me and Biz left the Crew at 6 AM Sat., Ronin was passed out on one of the benches. I woke him up and he was walking around when we left. So, I fgured he was good to go. But, he passed out again and Momma's son had to get him going. And it took him a while to do it. Anyway, the son decided Ronin needed a little hair treatment and took him to a hair stylist he knows. Ronin said that he thought they had gone someplace to eat, sat in the chair, and passed out. When he woke up, he was blonde. Ronin leaves this week too.

Here we have a trio of pretty good guys. From left to right, Jesus, The Scott and Bob. Jesus is from Chicago, The Scott is from Scotland (Go figure), and Bob is another Canadian. Scott was my partner for the tourny.

While this isn't a good picture of her, this is Helen, the Saturday night bartender. She had been out partying pretty good before she came by.

And finally we get to the only other Aussie I have met here, Ter. She's a great girl, but is kind of going through a rough patch right now. I had originally planned to go home before curfew, but she showed up and needed someone to talk to. We sat and talked for hours, finally going home at around 7 AM. But it was worth it. I hope she starts feeling better soon.

All in all, I had a pretty good weekend. I only had one problem, and that was Friday night/Saturday morning. And it was with another American. Me, Biz, Scott and Aussie work talking among ourselves about Iraq. Well, not really about Iraq, but about the terrorists that are causing all of these problems. Scott made a comment that made it sound like it was a religious thing. And we got to discussing that. Well, this American (Ponytail) asks what we're talking about so we tell him that its about Muslims. Which, it was, kind of. Well, he gets pissed off. So I ask him what the problem was. And he just says, why does it have to be about them being Muslim? I tell him that its not about the fact that they're Muslim, they could be Jedi Knights for all I care. Its the people using the religion for their own personal gain. And the fact that most of these people that they lure in are ignorant. Not by choice, but because of other factors. If they were educated, the terrorists wouldn't be able to recruit as easily.

Well, he still thinks I'm slamming someone because of their religion. So he's still pissed. I tell him my name and ask him his, trying to shake his hand. He blows me off and tells me his name's not important. I ask if I can buy him a drink to show there are no hard feelings. He flat out says no. Oh, he also had a problem with the fact that I'm a soldier. And he leaves.

A little later he comes back to the table where we're talking and asks for a cigarette. I'm the only one there with some so I offer one to him. He fucking ignors me! And continues to ask everyone else individually, and only took one from me when he found out no one else had any. Then, he doesn't even say thank you. At this point, Biz and Aussie were doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see which one of them got to break Ponytail's jaw. But I wouldn't let them do it. Then Aussie says "Ok. But, I'm going to go over there and tell him he has 2 minutes to apologize to you for being disrespectful, or I'm going to throw him out the window." I couldn't let him do that, so I told Aussie, "Don't mess with him. He has the right to be like this. And I've protected his right to do that for 17 years. Leave him be." Aussie just looked at me and said "Fair enough."

Well, me and Ponytail did come to an arrangement of sorts. We ran into each other at the bar, and I offered to buy him another drink to show that there were no hard feelings. Again he said no. So I said to him, "You're an American. I'm an American. At least we can respect each other for that." He looked at me, nodded his head and said, "I can respect that." I offered my hand and this time we shook hands. Of course, if he had disrepected me there again, I think I would have let Biz and Aussie tear him apart. Well, at least I would have entertained the idea.

That's all I have for now. My next three days are going to be kind of busy. I have to finish clearing and mail off what I don't need anymore. I'll try to update as I can, but starting Tuesday, I'll no longer have internet in my room. So, pdates may be delayed till I get internet back in the States. Oh, and my shirt this time said, "Try not to letyour mind wander, its much to small to out on its own."

I'll see ya'll later.