Making New Friends
Last night we were out at a bar in Brno (note to self: don't drink absinth on a work night) and I made friends with a girl while waiting in line for the bathroom. Guys- if you wonder why girls take so long in the bathroom it's because the line is ALWAYS long.
Anyway, she introduced me to all her friends (she's Spanish and they loved that I can speak Spanish because generally the Spaniards don't espeak the English so well) and said she would invite me and my friends to the party they are going to have. She was very nice and it got me thinking about how one may think it's kind of random that I made friends with someone in the bathroom, but it's actually not that uncommon.
Previous Bathroom Buddies:
-My favorite would have to be the girl that rescued me from the toilet stall on my 21st birthday. (I think it was 21 anyway) Now, since it was my birthday (the only time of the year when you can shamelessly make people buy you drinks) I will admit I was slightly inebriated. But, that does not mean I was incapable of operating a simple slide lock bathroom door. It was actually stuck. Anyway, I was fighting with the door trying to open it and contemplating the gross fact that I might have to crawl UNDER the door when all of a sudden there is knocking on the stall door mingled with the drunken inquiries of "What are you doing in there? What's taking you so long??" To which I reply, "the door is STUCK!" And she yells, "STAND BACK!" Thank the baby jesus (or Ganesha) I had the wits to move my ass as far back as possible because within seconds I hear WHOOOOOOSH and SLAM as the door hits the side of the stall. The amazon girl had KICKED the door open! And I loved her for it.
-All the girls I met in the bathroom in Ostrava were great and random. There was one I met the first week and saw pretty much every week on Stodolni for 5 months. I even got some phone numbers! I think I picked up more girls than some of my male roommates. Well, more than Malta guy for sure. I didn't remember them all though (really, all Czech chicks can look the same), so sometimes I would run into them on the street and have no idea who they were until they reminded me.
-In Edmonton with Medha at the trashiest bar in the world (the name escapes me, it used to be Club Malibu but for some reason I can't remember what the name of the place is at the moment) we met 2 girls who had helium balloons attached to their wrists with string. The problema? They were completely and hopelessly tangled together and not really in a state to rectify that situation. So Medha and I helped untangle them and they were very grateful. That night we coined the term 'barma'.
BARMA: Based on the principle that what you do at the bar that night and what you have done every night before influences every night to come. In short, bar karma.
Anyway, she introduced me to all her friends (she's Spanish and they loved that I can speak Spanish because generally the Spaniards don't espeak the English so well) and said she would invite me and my friends to the party they are going to have. She was very nice and it got me thinking about how one may think it's kind of random that I made friends with someone in the bathroom, but it's actually not that uncommon.
Previous Bathroom Buddies:
-My favorite would have to be the girl that rescued me from the toilet stall on my 21st birthday. (I think it was 21 anyway) Now, since it was my birthday (the only time of the year when you can shamelessly make people buy you drinks) I will admit I was slightly inebriated. But, that does not mean I was incapable of operating a simple slide lock bathroom door. It was actually stuck. Anyway, I was fighting with the door trying to open it and contemplating the gross fact that I might have to crawl UNDER the door when all of a sudden there is knocking on the stall door mingled with the drunken inquiries of "What are you doing in there? What's taking you so long??" To which I reply, "the door is STUCK!" And she yells, "STAND BACK!" Thank the baby jesus (or Ganesha) I had the wits to move my ass as far back as possible because within seconds I hear WHOOOOOOSH and SLAM as the door hits the side of the stall. The amazon girl had KICKED the door open! And I loved her for it.
-All the girls I met in the bathroom in Ostrava were great and random. There was one I met the first week and saw pretty much every week on Stodolni for 5 months. I even got some phone numbers! I think I picked up more girls than some of my male roommates. Well, more than Malta guy for sure. I didn't remember them all though (really, all Czech chicks can look the same), so sometimes I would run into them on the street and have no idea who they were until they reminded me.
-In Edmonton with Medha at the trashiest bar in the world (the name escapes me, it used to be Club Malibu but for some reason I can't remember what the name of the place is at the moment) we met 2 girls who had helium balloons attached to their wrists with string. The problema? They were completely and hopelessly tangled together and not really in a state to rectify that situation. So Medha and I helped untangle them and they were very grateful. That night we coined the term 'barma'.
BARMA: Based on the principle that what you do at the bar that night and what you have done every night before influences every night to come. In short, bar karma.
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