7:05pm
I woke up an hour ago. I'm watching a James Bond movie (part of a 15-day Bond extravaganza) and eating the cake that the relatives sent back with us yesterday.
I didn't get to sleep til 9am, a fact that the cute Aussie girl who went to bed at 11pm already knew. I wonder if that means that I've become part of the gossip mill.
We were jamming in the bar last nite with the infamous elusive Adam. Well, Aaron was anyway. I was busy discussing such varied subjects as erotic fiction and the military with a sweet English boy named Ben Fletcher (what a perfectly simple British name, it sounds made up). He was fond of my music and I was fond of his accent. I left the bar at about 4am telling Aaron "I'm going to take this strange English boy up to my room."
I sold Ben a CD and sang him an unfinished song (isn't he privileged?;). He didn't leave til 9am and that's all I'm gonna say about that.
I went downstairs to find Aaron in the bar playing pool with the Aussie boy named Shannon who seems to get better looking as the days go by. I told him I was exhausted. Knackered even. And then I returned to my room for some sleep.
Aaron apparently did actually seek out his Kingston Road this afternoon. Contrary to what David told us yesterday, everything was closed.
I've gotta phone Debbie and arrange a ride to the airport tomorrow.
Aaron doesn't seem to be interested in my sex stories. I really want to tell them though. I guess I'll just have to finish the erotica piece I started last nite.
10:17pm
Oh btw, Ben the English boy was able to answer 3 of 4 questions on the list entitled "Things I Must Learn When I Get Home". He's a very knowledgeable boy. Of course, I wouldn't expect him to know anything about Robert's billiard history.
I'm in the middle of my second Bond movie. Roger Moore in "A View To A Kill" the one that I always see only the first scene of with the hero and villains on skis.
There are two boys wearing kilts in here. I wonder if they wear them regularly or it they're dressed up for some reason.
The unimaginative and boring bass line of the techno/rap song playing in the bar is shaking my ribcage. I think I'll seek a quiet phone and call Debbie again.
11:52pm
Time flies here in the hostel bar like nowhere else. It's truly remarkable how much time can be wasted playing pool. And then there's beer. Not to mention aimless conversations with people who have heavy not-easily-understood accents. I miss the middles of sentences all the time here. Pretty soon it's midnite and you didn't even realize.
Aaron tells me that he told the Aussie girl about last nite's sleeping patterns so it's not quite public knowledge. I don't know why I'm even that concerned at all, but I guess for once I'd like my status not to depend on who I had in my room last nite. It's ok though. It's like a small community in here, but I don't think it's like the ones I'm used to. It's not Wishart after all.
4:00am
We just jammed in the bar with Adam, the boy that wears all sorts of fabulous browns. He has this playing style that everyone loves to watch. He sings country songs from back when country was good.
It was a weird nite in the bar tonite. The vibe was always just a tiny bit off. I saw parts of people's personalities that I hadn't before. I won't write about them here for the sake of people's privacy.
It's our last nite here.
We said official good-byes to everyone just in case we didn't get to see them tomorrow.
Aaron hasn't slept in more than an entire day so I'd better stop writing and shut out the light.
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