A night @ Portugal

I spent almost more than 6 months without having the pleasure of going out in Portugal. Taking the opportunity that I am here for X-mas to visit my family and friends, I was challenged to make a by night in Cascais with the rhythm of Warsaw... Actually, I had this thought since I started the bohemian life I am having currently in Poland.

The warm up I will not tell you what I did because it is quite embarrassing. Then, I went straight to Lisbon. It is impressive how many guys go out at night in Portugal. And the girls that go out as well, hummm, I do not even want to comment on that. Moreover, I think I am becoming more polish than ever, enrooting their thoughts and beliefs in my veins. I tell you this because I am becoming very racist and xenophobic. And Portugal is changing to a multiracial and multicultural country, losing all its identity and welcoming all shit from all the countries around. It sounds like US, the toilet of the world. To tell you the truth I feel unsafe here. At least in Poland, you have the white apes and you more less can expect what will go on, but here, expect the unexpected, and here people are like a band of chacals, where the number of members is what really matters and the courage not.

After all this, the best was to go back to Portugal and go straight to Cascais, to a place called Jezebel Club. In modern usage the name of Jezebel is used to as a synonym for a hussy or controlling whore. Well, at a first glance, the name of the club can be quite appealing, but it is not. Nevertheless, I have to say we had an entrance of kings. One of my friends knows the doorman, so we were not waiting outside more than 1 min, when the cue was numbering more than 100 people waiting to enter.

First thing that popped up into my mind, BOTTLE. I ordered a bottle of Vodka and the barmaid ask me in what name should the bottle stay with. Only in Portugal people buy a bottle just to get in clubs and the bottle sometimes stays there for 6 months undrinkable… what a waste!!! So I answered her back that the bottle will be drunk all night or the rest should stay for some pecker woods that are always waiting for somebody to pay them a drink. I bought a bottle of Vodka that according to the barmaid it was one of the best in the world and they best they had in the club. Well, it is her job to try and sell her products but I have to say that hangover is the best evaluator of the quality of the drinks. I have to say that I do not remember in the recent future to feel as bad as I was on the following day. In Poland, for half of the price I have better vodka which will not give me an hangover such as that one.

Second thing that popped into my mind, girls. The eternal question of how to meet Portuguese girls in clubs is still unsolved. Nobody is dancing, nobody is having fun, and everybody is more interested to compare and to watch what other people are doing. It simply SUCKS. People look like some crash test dummies with a straw stucked up in the ass and partying like zombie puppets. Nothing that I was not expecting. And what even pisses me off is that is always the same people, the same faces, the same scenes, etc. I thought one of the best marks of mankind is evolution and development but here it seems that the time stopped. It is sad but it is true.

Fortunately, I do not live here anymore and what is great is that I will return to Poland in a couple of days. The reverse side of the coin is that I cannot take my family and show them what the world can offer to us. I would like to emphasize is that I am not saying that Poland is the best country to live in, but is better than staying here…

The day I shooted a commercial for tv in Poland

Dziekuje bardzo Roy... OBRIGADO POR ME TERES FODIDO A VIDA...

Friends a.k.a. A.D.O.

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize myself for being so far away from my blog but latetly my life took a turn of 180º. Nevertheless, I always fulfill my committements. As so, I am here to continue the work that I have started almost one month ago.

Unfortunately this post will be a call of attention to my FRIENDS or to the people I was considering as such. For the past few weeks, the expression of AMIGOS DA ONÇA (there is no expression in english for this so please contact me and I will give you a brief explanation about it) has been introduced to my circule of friends in Warsaw. Actually, I was considered to be the only one among ourselves but the true is that there is A.D.O. in each one of them. I was called such because I have a problem to be a very good looking guy which all girls of Warsaw and Poland as well would like to have as a boyfriend. Therefore, when I go out the possibility of creating the sensation and phyco masturbation in girl´s mind is 100% sure to happen. Every girl we meet has this desire to know me. So if they are speaking to my friends, it is just a subtile way to go straight to their goal.... which is ME, Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva. Their approach is quite well thought but they should put themselves in my shoes and try to imagine what will be of me in my inner circule. This leads to situations that sometimes I am speaking and flirting with girls that were speaking to my friends before or had relationships with them. On my friends´ eyes I am an A.D.O. just because they WANT ME and that i am trying to steal them which is not true. I have this problem as I told you and it is my parents fault coz they were the ones to create this human being called Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva.

Inverting the situations I have just realized that I am living in Warsaw for the last 6 months in a flat which I considered it was mine. As a good friend, I invited Roy to come here to warsaw this weekend and I was glad to offer in the sofa of my loft. It was the minimum I could do. Yesterday night, due to certain situations which I will not fall on details, Roy was leaving Cinnamon before me to go home and I gave him the keys. So far so good, I would arrive later and I was expecting that the door would be open (again I say it would be the minimum he could do... I do not want to have false expectations such as having some wild party with some unexpected guesses, but that would be asking to much from Roy). Well I got home and I was amazed that nobody was there to open the door. I rang, I called, I kicked, I did everything. Door steal closed. My only thought was, I hope is there with somebody or sleeping with someone somewhere else. Perfect! That was my mistake...

Summing up, I went to an hotel. Now you could ask me "but you do not have more friends in Wawa". My answer to you, yes I have but NOBODY... and I mean NOBODY answered my call for help... E o Amigo da Onça sou EU????? O BURRO SOU EU?????? aarahrahrharhra.... Finally when I woke up, once again I tried to enter home and nothing. I went to my other friend´s house... humm let me rephrase it... I went to my other ADO´s house, even with lunch delivery at home... and for my surprise I saw Roy sleeping on his sofa...

I do not like to repeat myseft but.... E O BURRO SOU EU????? O RUIM SOU EU????? ahahhaaha

I better stop coz I must prepare another by night in Wawa and I could stay here for ages writting about these so called FRIENDS...