2004-03-19 - 11:06 a.m.

band practice with s last night went really well. i had written a new vocal part with her in mind and we had a lot of fun with it. we also managed to breathe new life into a few of our favorite covers, most notably 'i'm on fire'. there seem to be a lot of songs we like that are about fire.

after rehearsal we went in search of food and randomly wandered into a tiny polish cafe in the village improbably named 'quhnia'. the salmon and caviar blinis were so divine we ordered them twice in a row. the proprietor was throughly charmed by us and kept pouring the rioja like it was water. another couple came in and before i knew it we were all singing 'i will survive' at the top of our lungs while s and the girl at the other table danced drunkenly in the middle of the floor. it was hard to tear ourselves away, but s's friend was having a going-away party at the gay bar around the corner and she promised there would be go-go dancers.

regular readers will note that i love strippers of any gender. at urge, they were dancing kind of lazily on the bartop, horny men were stuffing dollar bills in their g-strings without too much enthusiasm. but one was different. he smiled and seemed to actually enjoy himself. he spent quite a bit of time at our corner of the bar, which i assumed was because we were compensating him so generously. on his third pass, he lay down on the bar in front of me, inviting s to graze his straining genitals with the dollar bill in her teeth. we giggled like schoolgirls. he even kissed me. and then he said 'i'll be back' and sauntered off down the bar.

he returned, fully clothed, and invited me outside for a cigarette. i'm not sure how this is possible, but he actually looked even dreamier in clothes, smoking into the wet snow. i don't really smoke, but when a hot brazilian go-go dancer offers me a cigarette, i accept. we chatted for a while. i invited him home with me. he kissed me, deeply this time, and accepted my invitation.

we spoke a lot of spanish to each other, because there are a lot of english words he doesn't know, and i don't have any portuguese. later, i took him to the lounge. melancholy into his longneck, he told me how much he misses the place he's from, the ilha do mel (isle of honey). we joked and made out in the corner booth. he sang along to the brazilian music. he told me about the gay porn he's starred in. he boasted about not needing to wax. he taught me how to pronounce his name.