Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Revolution, revolution, revolution

Last week was one major fucked up stretch... Let's see if I can recap:

- Tuesday: Woke up at 3:30 with Jewel (cat) jumping up and down and all over me and somehow convinced that my toes are good to chew on...which was a nice way to start the day, considering that 2 hours later I was a very sleepy Pablo sitting at Lisbon's airport watching some celebs go by. Airplane took off for Munich at 6:30 and I fell asleep about 1,17 minutes afterwards. From Munich it was a quick race to our plane for our final destination of Vienna where the Marathon of meetings started.

- Wednesday: Wake up at 6:30 (5:30 in portugal) and from there on non-stop untill plane at 4 pm where the conveersation went on untill I was forced to pull the plug and sleep a bit. We landed in Lisbon just as Sporting was loosing (suits them well the no good greenies) and went on to a 1:30-2 hours phone marathon. Go me.... Ended up going to bed at ...1 am?

- Thursday: At 9:30 in the morning (ok slightly late due to traffic) I was sitting in Lisbon for an informal meeting. Shades down to my ass and off to the office, for some work and then a meeting that went from 2 pm to ....I have no idea wen.

- Friday: Was more of a relaxed day catching up with shitloads of stuff and ended with a business dinner that took waaaaaay too long...but was nice.

- Saturday: woke up at 7 thinking that I was really late for work, had breakfast then decided that I didn't really had to go to work but oh well, since I was on I might as well go and do some shopping.

- Sunday: Nothing biggie, other than speding time with my better half, having a meal at Hard Rock Cafe and paying 4 € for the two of us aaaaand finish the day watching Episode I of Star Wars. The idea is to watch I and II before III...and please, Victoria, if you read this I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE MOVIE....well, actually I already know enought as it is...

- Monday: Normal work day ended up with the usual dinner with Boston Alex and Anne in Portugalia, going over WWII and having an amazing espetada de gambas...

And this week is a 3 day week, whoooo-hoooo!!!!

11 Comments:

Blogger Cristina said...

Citripio y Arturito reconocen su homosexualidad y se hacen pareja oficial...
lo siento pablo

2:57 AM  
Blogger El Pablo said...

Ah si? y que les passa al final de la peli? Por q en el episodio 4 están tan amigos, no se cupeterrean ni nada... Si bién que quando la cosa llega al 5 ya tienen sus broncas y en el 6 citripio le pega a arturito y arturito le tira a la arena aunque al final la cosa les biene por bién por q luke y compañia les rescatan...

Bueno, lo que quiero decir es q es todo parte de la evolución normal de una pareja y me quedo feliz por saber que al final arturito manda a tomar por culo a ese maricon de citripio y se lo monta con una batidora que le hace unas limpiezas de bajos como debe ser.

3:31 AM  
Blogger Cristina said...

ya sabia yo que tenia que habértelo contado con mas tacto...
no te alteres pablo..
es solo una pelicula..

5:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

CITRIPIO?? ARTURITO?? hahahahahaha
estes espanhois sao demais!

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

CITRIPIO?? ARTURITO?? hahahahahaha
estes espanhois sao demais!

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

by the way that was an original trademarked post by Boston Alex

6:20 AM  
Blogger Cristina said...

Super alex! cabron mueve tu culito a madrid y haznos una visita!!!
xxx

8:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

eu tou em lisboa durante o verao, ate setembro...por isso, é so uma questao de combinar ;)
voces vem ca?

-Boston Alex

10:54 AM  
Blogger Cristina said...

Igual vamos a Lisboa en agosto, estamos mirando en ir el festivo del 15, sarah se va todo junio a Lyon, vic y yo nos vamos a Tunez en julio y la primera semana de agosto igual vamos todas a Polonia a visitar a piti que va a estar trabajando ahi en verano...
hablamos y miramos como combinar,
un beso!

1:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

pablo te repites mas que el ajo y que sepas que Anakin Skywalker es darrrz veider....lo siento....ja.gusyluz no se enciende de verdad es mentira y papa noel es tu^padre....besos

9:25 AM  
Blogger El Pablo said...

Victoria, creo que el queso camambert ese y el tufo sobaquero de los fancius te están deritiendo la massa encefalica. Te voy a enviar unos DVDs de "Allo Allo" para que se los pongas a los franceses asquerosos esos

2:29 AM  

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