Sunday, March 2, 2008

Kings (or why I wore heels to the Botanical Gardens)

Um domingo aí, lá pelas 2h30 da tarde, eu em casa, de pijama, lendo, fazendo hora para ir ao mercado comprar as coisas para o jantar que ia rolar aqui à noite. Telefone. Eu achando que é engano, como sempre... (sei lá, tenho essa mania, aqui)

- Hello?
- Hey, what's happening?
- Huh?
- I said "what's happening?"
- Oh. Not much. How ya doin'?
- Aight, just checking on you after the whole party last night. I felt really bad about those Jello shots. Did I get you sick or something? Are you alright?
- Oh, I'm fine. Just fine... I'm not that weak. Besides, they weren't that strong anyways. I just don't like Jello. And the sugar is what actually makes me sick, but...
- Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking. Shouldn't have made you do the Jello shots...
- Well, you shoudn't have, but I guess it's a bit too late for that now, right?
- Ooh, I'm sorry... Really...
- Hah. No, no worries. Just kiddin'. I wouldn't have done 'em if I didn't wanna. It was ok. 'Bout you? Hangover or something?
- Na. Well, kinda, yeah. But it's all gone now.
- My bad. See, now I have to say I'm sorry. I guess you shouldn't sit next to me playing Kings next time. I can take a good amount AND put up a good challenge.
- I know, I was impressed, I'm really surprised you don't have a hangover. But, no, I can handle that too, so it's aight. And we made 'em all drink.
- Yeah, I know. Poor Chris. But that was fun to watch.
- Oh, yeah. And pretty much everyone else.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
- And... whatcha up to, like, now?
- Not much. Just reading stuff for class and all.
- I was thinking... er, it's really nice out. Do you... wanna go for a walk?
- Er... yeah... a walk. Yeah, sure. Why not? I mean, I kinda had to run to the store to grab a few things for a dinner thing we're having in the apartment tonight, but I guess the girls can take care of that. I just have to be back by 5 or something, tops, to do the whole cooking-slash-baking thing and all.
- Oh, no problem, we'll be back by then. Should I swing on by in, like, 5 minutes or something?
- Uhm... Yeah. Ok.
- Aight. See you in a bit.
- Sorry?
- I said "see you in a bit."
- Ok, ok. Alrighty. See ya. Bye.
- Aighty, bye.

5 minutos. Droga! Roupa, roupa, roupa... sapato. Putz, que sapato? Escovar os dentes. Nem escovei os dentes depois do almoço ainda! Pentear o cabelo. Hum, não vai dar tempo, acho. E não ia fazer diferença, mesmo. Lentes! Droga, estou de óculos ainda! Bolsa, bolsa, bolsa... ah, será que preciso de bolsa? Melhor, né? Carteira, telefone, chave e tal. Vixe! E preciso avisar às meninas que não vou ao mercado com elas. Protetor solar... ah, não. Deixa. Nem precisa. Roupa, roupa, roupa. Será que está frio lá fora? Ah, deixa. Vou com essa, mesmo. Chave. Chave, chave... Cadê minha chave? Será que meu celular tem bateria suficiente? Como se eu fosse conseguir carregá-lo agora, em 3 minutos! Hum, essa blusa não combina com esse sapato. Vou mudar de sapato... Ugh! ODEIO só ter 12 pares de sapato!! Vou ter que mudar de blusa! Blusa, blusa...

É, eu demorei uns 12 minutos. E, na única vez em que fui ao Jardim Botânico, estava usando salto.

2 comments:

Fred said...

haaaaaaaaa nao entendi porra nenhuma
mto chatinho esse dialogo seu...

AdrenAline said...

Pois é. Piada interna.

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