So there I was...4PM Friday afternoon...finally having escaped my sweltering office and waiting for my bus home, when I got a call from my Sensei.
I hesitated to actually pick up the call...being that you NEVER know what's going to happen when you hang around with one of the masters. (For clarity: Sensei is not the owner of head master of my dojang. Sabumnim is. Sensei is a Judo master who comes in to teach in addition to our regular curriculum. However, he is afforded as much respect as Sabumnim)
He asked where I was...I told him I was waiting for my bus home, after decided NOT to go watch that days promotion test. He told me he was 'sitting under the tree' and I should come see him.
*sigh*
Now...I suppose I'm technically allowed to say 'no' to Sensei in matters outside the dojang. However...I'm not in the habbit of doing so.
So off I went to see my Sensei under his tree (it's actually the tree outside of the Starbucks on 8th st and 3rd ave).
We hung around there for a few hours. I told him more about my monster truck competition and how I used all my martial arts training there. He spent most of his time trying to convince me that I should have babies and that he would fly me out to his island (yes, he owns an island).
I asked if I could bring the greaser. He said sure, but he'd have to pay his own way. And also that if we stayed on the island together, I was sure to get pregnant. I decided I'd leave the greaser home then.
As it was nearing time for him to head to the dojang to take part in the promotion test, I tried to say my good-byes. I explained I had big plans to eat tasti-d-lite ice cream and drink whiskey on my couch. He said if I wanted ice cream he'd buy me some. So...he did, and off we went to the Brooklyn dojang, with ice cream and his promises that he would fix my back for me.
After stuffing myself with his green tea iced cream, I reluctantly allowed him to crack my back for me. It hurts so much I was afraid to allow anyone to touch it. But, I suppose if I don't trust my Sensei, I don't trust anyone. I
I swear on all things holy, my back cracked so loud it echoed across the dojang, and I immediately started to feel less pain.
I settled in to watch the test...soon becoming so upset by the reality that there is truly no way I could participate in two weeks and test for my blue belt. I was so upset that I actually got up and went to smoke a cigarette. When I came back I hid out in the women's changing room eating the rest of the ice cream and feeling sorry for myself. I got to hang around with one of my hapkido friends though, who was in there too and we caught up on all the stuff we've both been up to.
After the test Sensei gave me a back rub with some of his special oil that makes me smell like a citronella candle and it was off to the bar, where Sensei then plied me with liquor. (gotta love sensei)
He was drunk after two beers and had his son come pick him up. Half of us moved on to another bar from there.
When one of my friends from the dojang saw me, sitting there in my sg wife beater...she immediately told me how much she loved the suicide girls. She told me how she had seen one of their burlesque shows and how the sg's had told her to go to Brooklyn for some audition. I'm thinking this must have been the same audition I found out about in regards to the sg magazine. Too bad she didn't go...she's pretty hot.
When she was on the phone with one of her friends, making plans to go to the second bar...she said she had her friend there with her who was a suicide girl. Her friend insisted he speak to me. I explained I was NOT actually a suicide girl, but that I was applying to be one. He told me he already loved me passionately. Heh heh...
When the night was over he was corny enough to offer me his arm and walk me to the subway. I told him that I was already kinda seeing someone...but he insisted it was ok since the greaser lives so far away. He said it was perfectly ok for me to string them both along. I agreed I would do this and headed home.
The trains were totally fucked up...being that it was about 4am...and I couldn't afford a taxi...so I eventually found my way onto the right subway (only because I'm familiar with the subways right near the brooklyn d.a's office because of my work there) and took a nice nap on the ride home.
Stuffed myself with a nice cheesey omelet and woke up a few hours later curled up in my arm chair. Amazingly enough...my back didn't hurt. Whatever Sensei did...it helped enormously!
Now I'm hiding out at steveneurotic's house...pirating his internet and just waiting for him to tell me it's ok for me to get naked now. I came supplied with my own bottle of whiskey and my buster bros video game. We're going to shoot a set or two tonight. I'm calling in to work tomorrow to hang around and maybe shoot another before I move away.
I know...I know...it's TERRIBLY irresponsible of me to call in to work with such little time left for me to take care of all the business I have to...but seriously folks...who the fuck cares?! Read the last two journal entries and tell me you think I'm doing the wrong thing. I dare you!!!
I hesitated to actually pick up the call...being that you NEVER know what's going to happen when you hang around with one of the masters. (For clarity: Sensei is not the owner of head master of my dojang. Sabumnim is. Sensei is a Judo master who comes in to teach in addition to our regular curriculum. However, he is afforded as much respect as Sabumnim)
He asked where I was...I told him I was waiting for my bus home, after decided NOT to go watch that days promotion test. He told me he was 'sitting under the tree' and I should come see him.
*sigh*
Now...I suppose I'm technically allowed to say 'no' to Sensei in matters outside the dojang. However...I'm not in the habbit of doing so.
So off I went to see my Sensei under his tree (it's actually the tree outside of the Starbucks on 8th st and 3rd ave).
We hung around there for a few hours. I told him more about my monster truck competition and how I used all my martial arts training there. He spent most of his time trying to convince me that I should have babies and that he would fly me out to his island (yes, he owns an island).
I asked if I could bring the greaser. He said sure, but he'd have to pay his own way. And also that if we stayed on the island together, I was sure to get pregnant. I decided I'd leave the greaser home then.
As it was nearing time for him to head to the dojang to take part in the promotion test, I tried to say my good-byes. I explained I had big plans to eat tasti-d-lite ice cream and drink whiskey on my couch. He said if I wanted ice cream he'd buy me some. So...he did, and off we went to the Brooklyn dojang, with ice cream and his promises that he would fix my back for me.
After stuffing myself with his green tea iced cream, I reluctantly allowed him to crack my back for me. It hurts so much I was afraid to allow anyone to touch it. But, I suppose if I don't trust my Sensei, I don't trust anyone. I
I swear on all things holy, my back cracked so loud it echoed across the dojang, and I immediately started to feel less pain.
I settled in to watch the test...soon becoming so upset by the reality that there is truly no way I could participate in two weeks and test for my blue belt. I was so upset that I actually got up and went to smoke a cigarette. When I came back I hid out in the women's changing room eating the rest of the ice cream and feeling sorry for myself. I got to hang around with one of my hapkido friends though, who was in there too and we caught up on all the stuff we've both been up to.
After the test Sensei gave me a back rub with some of his special oil that makes me smell like a citronella candle and it was off to the bar, where Sensei then plied me with liquor. (gotta love sensei)
He was drunk after two beers and had his son come pick him up. Half of us moved on to another bar from there.
When one of my friends from the dojang saw me, sitting there in my sg wife beater...she immediately told me how much she loved the suicide girls. She told me how she had seen one of their burlesque shows and how the sg's had told her to go to Brooklyn for some audition. I'm thinking this must have been the same audition I found out about in regards to the sg magazine. Too bad she didn't go...she's pretty hot.
When she was on the phone with one of her friends, making plans to go to the second bar...she said she had her friend there with her who was a suicide girl. Her friend insisted he speak to me. I explained I was NOT actually a suicide girl, but that I was applying to be one. He told me he already loved me passionately. Heh heh...
When the night was over he was corny enough to offer me his arm and walk me to the subway. I told him that I was already kinda seeing someone...but he insisted it was ok since the greaser lives so far away. He said it was perfectly ok for me to string them both along. I agreed I would do this and headed home.
The trains were totally fucked up...being that it was about 4am...and I couldn't afford a taxi...so I eventually found my way onto the right subway (only because I'm familiar with the subways right near the brooklyn d.a's office because of my work there) and took a nice nap on the ride home.
Stuffed myself with a nice cheesey omelet and woke up a few hours later curled up in my arm chair. Amazingly enough...my back didn't hurt. Whatever Sensei did...it helped enormously!
Now I'm hiding out at steveneurotic's house...pirating his internet and just waiting for him to tell me it's ok for me to get naked now. I came supplied with my own bottle of whiskey and my buster bros video game. We're going to shoot a set or two tonight. I'm calling in to work tomorrow to hang around and maybe shoot another before I move away.
I know...I know...it's TERRIBLY irresponsible of me to call in to work with such little time left for me to take care of all the business I have to...but seriously folks...who the fuck cares?! Read the last two journal entries and tell me you think I'm doing the wrong thing. I dare you!!!
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--l*P