And there was the end of the world. Then the end of
the year. And now we will have to wait for new ends again.
Since on the last days before leaving Denmark for the
holidays I have been working every day non-stop, on the last day, when I called
in and got `no, we don’t need you today` back, it made my day. I took my time, I
did my cleaning, I cooked to myself [which doesn’t happen too often anymore]
and even watched some TV episodes. I deserved that little time on my own and
not working.
I met a friend and as always we had a lovely
conversation. I got, and it wasn’t just me, actually, Steffany also got
presents, so once back in the room we were both excited unwrapping those neatly
nicely packed little packages and found very thoughtful treasures inside. Later
on I went to meet the rest, as a farewell drink or something. I wanted to go
somewhere else, not just to stay in the Dubliner, but as it often happens, that
just did not happen,. By the time Eoin asked me if I still want to go somewhere
else, I was already on my way to go home. We had fun though. We danced on the
tables, we listened to the music, we laughed, we talked. It was a good night. But
I knew I had an early flight and I am
older and smarter, I know I need to get some sleep before heading back home.
And so I did. Or so I thought. I really was smarter
and older and I really wanted to catch up on my sleep. Too bad, that was only
me. And my whole counted 6 hours of sleep turned into lousy ½ an hour.
Worth it, I guess. Since I entered my plane with a
stupid smile on my face.
I managed to fall asleep in the first plane, then had
my waiting time in Tallinn, then I guess I should blame excitement for not
sleeping in my second plane. The good part of it all was though – nothing was
late, so I did not have to worry. I will make it to my appointment. So I got
off the plane, called my mom, called my friend, set the time and place to meet
up and headed for the train, which was coming never, so then headed back for
the bus. It was REALLY cold. You take glove off for a minute, just to text
someone and after that you cannot feel your fingers anymore. Totally brutal! I took
the wrong bus that took me to the wrong place, so I was rushing to my meeting
point with my friend knowing I would be late. Good part was – she was even more
late. Bad part – I decided I am cool enough so wait for her outside. So it was
30 minutes in the cold which I am not used to anymore and with clothes or shoes
that are not even suited for winter. Can I just say that once I saw here I was
so happy, I could shit rainbows?
With both of us being late, we headed straight to
Angis. We found Monika and there I had my another first. Yes, ladies and
gentlemen, I lost my skin virginity. I still haven’t made a picture of her
[well, we are just shy, you know], but here is an approximate idea what and
where it is:
Maybe because my bones are close to the skin, or maybe
because my fear was really big or I don’t know, but it actually hurt. I did not
scream of anything, I mean, I’m a big girl, but it wasn’t the most pleasant
experience ever. Still, the outcome was awesome. it was the second time in a
day I wanted to shit rainbows. After so many years of wanting and considering
and wondering I actually got it. There. Another first is accomplished and I will
never be the same. I got ink.
The rest of the night was the usual. We went for a
beer with Simona to celebrate our meeting and my tattoo and talk all we always
talk [which is everything]. We separated a bit later, I went to Ieva’s
B&B&B where Jurga was already there. So we talked and laughed as
always. We even went and got kebabs [oh the good traditions die hard], went
back to B&B&B, ate them, enjoyed beer, talked more, laughed till the
tears came out. Before we knew it, it was already very late, girls had to work
the next day and I had to go back to Kaunas.
So in the morning, after amazing breakfast and tea,
Ieva drove me to drop my old hdd for the data recovery and then we separated. I
went to the train station, bought a ticket and.. fell asleep.
The whole time at home sort of mixed a little. I was
doing to much and all together so little.. On that first day I was back I had
my dentist’s and hairdresser’s dates. In the evening, after my mom got to
sleep, we did our almost sacred walk along the little hill with Inga, but since
it was so freakishly cold, we went back to her place, had lots of tea and
talked talked talked. It’s a friend who knows me from every possible angle and
is still willing to be my friend. Those are definitely for keeping.
The next day I was meeting 1/3 of OLGa where we played
in the snow, took some pictures, had some cozy beer in front of the fire place
and… Well, we were just OLGa being OLGa. Later on I met Simona and Marius. It
was supposed to be longer meeting, but since they are also in just for a few
days, it was kind of on the run. So instead of having a proper meeting, they
kind of made me to promise them I’d come visit them in Geneva. Now I only need
to buy the tickets.
So the next day I spent with my mom. We did nothing
special, just stayed in, played some board games, had dinner and all that. then
my sister joined and I actually left. It was time for the almost last person to
meet – Wycka. Since he has a very limiting time, we decided to meet together
with Goda as well. What I did not know, that the crowd of others will come too.
So at the end we were having beers at a big tables having those nice, but
about-nothing conversations. And before it was too late to catch the last bus, I
left. I made that promise and I had to keep it.
Christmas Eve and Christmas was very easy, calm and
simple. Most of the time we just stayed in, eating, watching TV, playing some
board games, talking and drinking wine. After my whole run-and-work life in
Denmark I need this.
And then.. on 26th I took a bus, went to
the train station, caught my train and headed back to Vilnius. We even managed
to meet with the other 1/3 of OLGa, too bad for only a little bit, but my time
was really limited.
I then took the train to the airport, checked in and
went for the plane. No surprises in any of the airports, so in no time I was
back in Copenhagen. I was tempted to go and have a beer, but I knew that long
working hours are ahead of me so it would be really smart of me to just stay at
home and go to bed early.
Once again, it was a very smart decision. Too bad, I was
the only one thinking like that. As some sort of `welcome back` thing I had a
friend coming over and WITH hoegaarden bottle. I mean, how can you say no to
that? so my plan to go to sleep early and sleep well before I go to work
failed.
And I just found myself caught up in this trap later
on. I wasn’t sleeping the nights, I was working days and I was just getting
exhausted. Not that `fainting` exhaustion, but still pretty bad one. And sadly
enough, I can only blame myself.
On the almost new years day, I had my worst day at
work ever. Not because of the people, they were actually nice. I had cramps in
my belly and they were getting worse. If that wasn’t enough, I started feeling
weak, my head started spinning, I started seeing spots in my eyes and sometimes
just plane black big spot. When the world started spinning, I knew it was
already the `fainting` phase. So I went to the silent corner, fell on the
floor, hugged my knees and hoped for the best. The best came. After about 5-7
minutes I started feeling a bit better and by the time boss told me to get my
ass out of there, I was already able to carry the damn tray.
Since me and Gosia were supposed to be working both 31st
and 1st we decided that this night is our little New Years. So we
were having our few drinks at the end of the bar and it was just getting insanely
busy. And it was just the two of them working. So after a few looks around, we
couldn’t do it anymore – we had to help them. Gosia jumped to the bar and I did
my turns on the floor and the dish. We had to do two of that kind of jumps in,
because people were coming in non-stop as if it was Saturday or Friday nights.
Only about 2.15 a.m. when I was leaving they were
starting to go out.
Since all of the new years days I have been working, I
knew my new years are not going to be crazy this year. And it was okay. so
after I finished my shift [later than I was supposed to] I got on my bike and
went to Evija’s place. We had a few drinks with them, took champagne outside to
the street, greeting totally empty buses with the New years, went back in,
watched fireworks from the little balcony of theirs and once girls decided to
go back to the Dubliner, I went to sleep.
It was a very smart decision. I woke up the next day a
little tired, but feeling fine. I went to work, it wasn’t as busy as expected
in the very beginning, so it was long, but good night. And then we had our second
little New Years with Gosia, since she spent her new years in bed.
And now we get back to the yesterday, where, for a
change, I had a day off. Too bad I couldn’t sleep in the morning, but then I cleaned
my room, did my laundry, did my shopping and I was all done with it around
2p.m. Later on I got a present for a new start of the years – a flower. Me, a
flower. You know that I am able to kill cactuses, and here, a flower. Well, I had
to promise I will try not to kill it and I will try to keep my word. Wish me
luck!
At the end of the day we went to see `the life of Pi`.
It was a good movie and I really enjoyed something different for a change. Of course,
after the movie everyone [or almost everyone] wanted to go to the Dubs and I joined.
As always I left them all still there, but I left, because it was already after
2a.m., I was tired and I needed my sleep.
And this takes us to today. Where I lay in bed, where I
magically managed to loose my ring, making myself getting ready to work and
getting back on my feet.
Off Topic
There. We cracked it. And what I fail to understand is
– why am I the brains here? I should not care at all. It’s not my deck, I ain’t
stack it. You’re at the poker table.
Still confused and loosing it. I think I might know
the outcome, but I’m afraid. Because no matter what the outcome will be, it
will give me pain in the chest. Because no matter what, someone will get hurt. And
at least one of those someones is going to be me.
But then again, we have to follow the dream. Not to
keep attached to somebody else’s.
I experienced the nicest possible way for the start in
the worst possible scenario. Still not sure if this is on the plus side or a
minus.
I guess we’ll never know that, now will we?
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