August 7th, 2010
I know. I’ve been a prick. 15 days of absence it is something it should have never happened. I really apologize; let’s say though, that the course of physics I am taking right now is not exactly what I would define a piece of cake. Yes, lately I’ve been kind of busy because of it, but I’m glad to say that in one week, and one week only, this hell will be just part of my memories. For all those, who are interest to see what I’ve been doing in this physics course, I will post my four tests online just because I honestly think they are quite challenging and I want to know what you (engineers friends) think about it. But anyway…
Now, at the Graves we are not in seven anymore like we used to be a month ago. Stephanie, the Swiss girl left three weeks ago, headed to LA to travel with his boyfriend around the US. Vladi, the Bulgarian guy, left a week ago right after Nelson, the brazilian, and four days after Nelson it was the turn of Roman. So basically, from a big family of seven students, we ended up being in just three in a few days: me, Blasco, and Ping. I think I’ll never get used to say goodbye to people… it sucks so badly! But that’s the way it work sometime. C’est la vie.. Fortunately though, Rafael, a new guy from Brazil arrived a couple days ago taking the place where Nelson used to stay.
The day after Rafael arrived here, we thought to go and celebrate in a proper way the last night of Roman here in San Diego at Corvette Diner Restaurant, the best American Diner you can find here in San Diego. That was the first time I went there and I gotta admit I really enjoyed the place even though at first the whole environment plus the restaurant staff resulted to be kind of shocking to me.
Everything around us was nicely reproduced like in an authentic 60′s restaurant. Blue Corvette in the middle of the restaurant, waiters performing silly dances every 30 minutes, a playroom with videogames in it, and three different kind of room where you could seat and eat your meal: the regular one, the black one set up with nice paintings on the wall reactive to ultraviolet lights, and lastly the room where were projected films of old cocerts and old movies.
In there, you are positive to find crazy waiters but I have reason to believe that the one we got was particularly insane. She introduced herself throwing hundreds napkins and straws on the table and screaming out loud. Then she started taking our orders down, but she wasn’t like the ordinary waiter who asks to the costumers what they wanna drink with an adjusted tone of voice. She was like screaming at us. At first I felt kind of overwhelmed but afterwards I started getting confident with it resulting then to be quite fun. At the end, the very same waiter got Roman and me, and started sticking straws up to out hair. Just like that.
Here some pictures of the place:
Sometimes I feel like life is great just because of these small things.
Alla prossima ragazzi