What’s the craziest adventure each of you had before the three of you met?
Mimzy: Probably the time I almost started a gang war? I swear it was an accident! But that creep kid had it coming to him! I mean, come on. How's an innocent girl supposed to know his dad was that high up in the Mafia?
Vincent: They said before we all met... weren't you like, 16 when you met Al?
Mimzy: Whats your point?
Vincent: Geeze. I wasn't involved in any sort of crazy until I was in my mid twenties... and even then, it was more embezzlement and crashing several companies out of spite with a small group I'd formed.
Alastor: I could pick from any number of my speakeasy adventures. But I'd like to save the details of those for now. If I was to pick out an eventful one... it would probably be the time I had to infiltrate a brothel, because someone had actually offered to pay me to rid them of a problematic client. They didn't even know I was a serial killer, they were just desperate.
Vincent: When you say 'infiltrate a brothel'... Like, as a client? Or as a worker. Al I have so many questions
Alastor: And they will remain unanswered! Because I am not elaborating any further.
Mimzy, whispering: Don't worry Vinny, we'll get him on the strong stuff later. He'll let it slip when he's drunk enough.
So I booked a small room on an Airbnb where you could see there was a queen bed, not too fancy but fair enough for the price listed. I was gonna sleep there three nights.
And the neighborhood was adorable, the beautiful Montreal style houses, trees at both sides of the street with autumn leaves falling and it has just rained so the street was shiny, and the smell was amazing. I was so excited and felt like I was in a movie. And I started singing bidam bu bum brabadabii
And then I got to the address and I climbed up the cute small steps of the stair, I open the door and boum! It’s the tiniest smallest shitty place with three midget beds on the left, a small corridor, a crappy kitchen full of fruit flies, and if it wasn’t for the facemask, anyone would have seen my smile turn upside down. What the actual hell! But I’m a warrior (I said to myself) I’ve slept in worse places… how bad could it be? Right?
The host was this 50 something old white man that actually lived there, on the biggest room which was tops, only a 6 m2 room.
But I had no choice… It was a non-refundable reservation and when I saw again the tittle of the Airbnb I reserved… It literally said, “tiny hostel”.
I guess it’s my bad, right?
The host started to state the fucking rules, and made an emphasis on: There is no curfew
So… why would he say it like that if there is none?
And then he started talking, and showing me a (again) tiny little map of Mtl where there is just half of the island, as if it was designed to this tiny house, which was kind of a half house herself…
Little did he know that I have lived in Mtl for 3 years already… But as a good Latina, I let him mansplain, to make him feel he was in power of the situation/conversation. He talked and explained over 40 minutes while I was holding a fart all the time.
Then I wrote my mom and sister to let them know I was ok and that the place was ok, also, to reassure myself that I was ok.
I mean, it wasn’t that bad… I would have loved a little bit more of privacy and a closed bedroom to sleep/watch/talk by the phone all I wanted but, well, what was done was done.
The host wasn’t that bad either, he invited me to eat dinner with him, which I refused, not because I’m a good Latina, but mostly, because everything he was eating looked expired…. Mushrooms that seemed like rocks, eggs that weren’t in the fridge, cheese that had mold on it. But I accepted some oranges that looked ok and a delicious jasmine green tea, which I drank all by myself and consequently had to suffer going to the bathroom several times before going to bed.
The conversation was dull, again, him speaking 80% of the time and giving glory and praises to his city. Mtl’s the first city of the world in this and the second on that and bla bla bla
But I don’t know why I liked him, I think he’s a gay man in denial with his sexuality because of his stupid religious beliefs, but then, I have been mistaken judging people so many times, because I always see the best on them… I think I kinda pitied him.
So, everything was ok, except for the reason I was there in the first place.
Before going to bed I wrote to my sister until she fell asleep and then my mother was awake — time difference of 6 hours ahead — then I talked to her until 5am.
I couldn’t sleep for two reasons, the bed was horribly small and irregularly stiff, and my other problem, the problem which had taken me to an Airbnb in the city I live.
I improvised a bigger bed; I filled the whole that separates the two tiny mattresses with the blankets that were left. And to fall asleep I composed two pieces for children in an imaginary piano on my legs: Pluie au Piano, and Diplomatie à trois.
Form the imaginary book for children to learn piano called: Conversations au piano.
They were so good that I laughed to myself and calmed my thoughts a little, making the promise to write them for real latter – as you can imagine, I do this for so many great ideas jajaja -.
Although I liked the host, I was a bit scared of him too. Specially because of the invitation he made me to a Full Moon gather away on Verdun’s beach to commemorate women…. But I had a no-dream sleep and woke up like new by 10h30
(to be continued….)
Second part here: https://issahanko.tumblr.com/post/665667613245014016/adventures-of-a-rola-2
is it just me or does each of Tinkerbell and her friends has their adventures
in this one both of them has their times to shine and has most of their impacts too, with Terence it was running smoothly but Tinkerbell at the other hand, she went through hell and high water to get to the lost pirate ship and each had different goals, they all had rocky start but with all of the stuff they experienced together they were able to fix and survive everything all together
in this movie it was the very opposite when it comes to adventures, and just like Tinkerbell was in the 2nd movie, in this movie Vidia went through hell and high water to get to the humans house, out of all the characters, she has most of her adventures and has her goal Tinkerbell’s friends joined in to set up a rescue for Tinkerbell too Silvermist, Rosetta, Fawn, iridessa, Clank and Bobble joined Vidia i mean in this movie it was about Vidia’s redemption, Tinkerbell had a small goal too and Lizzy shared that goal too but i believe Vidia had most of her goals, half of that movie is based on her, it did ended up good, Tinkerbell and Vidia’s goal all together completed it’s so crazy Tinkerbell and Vidia befriended each other at the end of the movie while Lizzy and her dad are closer then ever, i never ever thought Tinkerbell and Vidia became friends all of a sudden it was mostly Vidia’s time to shine in this movie feeling responsible about like everything for everything that has happened to Tinkerbell
although it was based on Zarina we saw the girls in action aswell all of them together has the same goal, at near the end of the movie we saw Zarina that joined in to get the blue dust where it belongs to after James and other pirates used her, and the girls forgave her all of them had their adventures together and fought all pirates
(Silvermist, Rosetta, iridessa, Fawn and Vidia that were there to rescue Tinkerbell in the 3rd movie, and Tinkerbell had her private adventure with Terence, her first real adventure in the 2nd movie so this is like her 2nd adventure both with the girls this time instead of Terence and Blaze, with Tinkerbell it involves the pirateship AGAIN, just not the lost pirateship this time)
i hope someday we get to see a movie where it’s based on all girls together, kind of between the 2nd movie and the 5th movie combined
and an another movie based on Tinkerbell and Terence with their private adventure, Blaze can join them again for help (i can’t get rid from the Tinkerence obsession, makes me kinda want to create a story based on these 2 again, i’m still stuck with that one story where it’s based on these 2 but as humans instead of fairy and eventually goes to an adventure, i have 0 feedbacks on that)
Let’s change the “eviction” themed situation a little, let’s talk about some other funnier things… Like… Tinder?
I know, I know, what a cliché, right? But there was a time I had as many Tinder dates as possible, and it was when I was living in Lisbon. For starters, because many tourist guys from around the world who go to Lisbon use Tinder, I guess you can say is the Horny City of Europe. It’s very convenient, ‘cause it’s a cheap city, good food, great views, bars and Ex-colonies people with their awesome culture (from Brazil to Angola and Zimbabwe) so you have a lot of samba and kizomba nights everywhere. And I don’t know if you have ever danced Kizomba, it’s like even more sensual than reggaeton, how is that even possible? You would ask… Well, because it’s a slow motion reggaeton. The first time I went to a Kizomba soirée, I entered the bar, and it was as if I had entered a slow-motion picture. Everything and everyone were like static… moving slowly, even the air felt static. But that’s from the outside of the dance floor, once you are inside… well… it’s fire, baby, fire! You dance sooo close to your partner that even if you turn your head to try to avoid skin contact, there is so much contact everywhere else, that you will just forget about it and go with the kizomba flow. That being said, at a moment I got to kiss two of the partners I danced with that night, that and my tinder date was having a drink elsewhere because he didn’t want to dance. I got a bit scared because he was the one who brought me on his car, so I had to stop my animal sexual instincts and go look for him. I love sexual dances and apparently every culture, every community has this kind of dances, each their way. So, living in Lisbon I discovered that guys and people in general there were not as chubby and religious as I imagined.
I say that because the only Portuguese people I had encountered before in my life were the building concierge and neighbor from an apartment in Paris where I lived and his cute and chubby family. I know, what a cliché thing to do and how unprofessional, but all I heard in Paris about Portuguese people were that they worked in construction sites or as concierges. Hard working immigrants that came to Paris in big waves starting the early XX century until now. You could imagine my surprise when I saw that Tinder was so popular, every nationality, shape, every color, every spice, woah! During the 6 and a half months that I stayed there, I had around 30 tinder dates. Not all of them ended well, or in bed, and some of them got me scares (infections, fungus and probably 5 HIV and other STD tests).
Well, I also have to be honest with you, I suffered a bit of depression and loneliness, my biggest relief was to call my sister to make me some company, chat with my Paris friends and make up songs of protest against the system… in my mind. Well, I also made some friends in Lisbon and we hanged out from time to time, I guess changing the city abruptly was a little bit harder than I expected. New culture, new language, and new environment. I was finishing my bachelors too, so I had a bit of a pressure on that side too.
But in general, Lisbon is a fun city, a feminist city and a city in progress to become a better place for its people. My father used to say that Portugal and Spain are the European Latin America. Because they are poor countries with jolly people, nevertheless they are still Europe. Obviously, there are so many wrong things like the quality of education (that is not even cheap) and the crappy health system, but Portugal tries its best to change, you can feel the democracy taking place.
So, the best Tinder I can remember right now was a Portuguese guy, he was short, but his package was the perfect size. He wasn’t muscular in particular, but he had a nice shape, and a sexy piercing under his lip. A very cute smile and a cute personality. It was the first time ever that someone played the guitar for me, gosh! What a cliché, right? Well, it worked, his singing in English was soft and he made some cute mistakes on the chords, and after one bottle of red sweet Portuguese wine, and three love songs, we kissed. And I always, always, get wet with first kisses, they are just awesome. The tension arousing, the first touch and just the feeling of tongue to tongue, discovering this new territory, this new sent and flavor, it’s just amazing.
We had three dates together, always at his place. The thing I liked the most was that we always cooked something together before getting in action, and then we spent like four hours making love, or more, I don’t know, we just spent hours and hours having pleasure, not worrying about the time, or the noises we made, having always lube in hand, many crazy and different positions, getting always out of breath and making water pauses. It was the best Tinder, and it was always hard to say goodbye, to go back home all by myself. But what was I expecting? Commitment? A relationship? The last time we saw each other was two nights before I moved back to Paris, and, well, he didn’t show any regret or seemed sorry… But what was I expecting? His number? A declaration of love? A promise to see each other again?
