Scandalized

The day before yesterday was one of those days that start off politely but degenerate into brief flashes of dark, blurry vision, even briefer spurts of slurred, incoherent conversation and serious issues with gravity. you never fully appreciate the love planet earth has for you and how unwilling she is to let you go until u lose motor co-ordination.

trust me.

so anyway, i and two pals have been feeling like the full entrepreneurs. we've began this venture that will rake in astronomical amounts of money while we ponder on the mysteries of the universe on some remote tropical island who's biggest import is naked tropical women.

a meeting was set for 6pm at a bar. i got there a bit late but got el diab posing.. i joined him and we immediately began conversating.. archbishop sent an sms telling us he'd not make it. shortly, the_fiend joined us ceremoniously.

so after debating and imbibing an inordinately large number of beers in an inordinately short time, we decided to relocate. there's been for a while now, this bar as you approach downtown that has the most scandalous table dancing in sub saharan africa. we'd been there twice or thrice with el diab, you know, just to confirm the shit was real.

no really.

Ever notice how a dude just MUST look at a nude chick? no matter how wrinkled her skin is, boobs looking like dried dates, or her ass looks like a giant golf ball and her pubic hair is a bougainvillea.

and anyway, after several unfortunate experiences at red carpet (f2), we thought it'd be wiser not going back there for a decade or two..

so we strolled across town, all the way downtown. a few years ago, strolling downtown was roughly as hazardous as driving a truck with God bless America, praise Jesus emblazoned across the sides in baghdad. there are like forty uneven steps u have to take to get to the place, and they're tiled. if u ask me, that's a recipe for catastrophie, you pass disaster on the tenth or twentieth setp hurtling down to receive earth's loving embrace..

the crowd is a motley collection of the most crooked, smooth tongued, conniving cheap suit wearing men in nairobi. hasn't changed an iota. except for the dancing girls.. they seem to have, increased?

this has to be further investigated.

where's kaguthi, this place, oh my.. look at that chick.. she so fat she's dancing next to everyone..

basically, we bought alot of beer. and left there really late.

really late and intoxicated. hence my intimate knowledge of the aforementioned stairs. and earth's undying love for me.