So how was your weekend?

I discovered this 80's metal MP3 at the most unlikeliest of places; in a 13 year old kids' PS2 and movie collection. There i am going through 'white chicks', 'wrong turn', 'grand turismo', 'tekken' etc etc trying to find something worthwhile to watch and find 'Best of 80's Rock Albums', and im like woah, whos is this? its apparently the kids'dads. i can take it he won't mind.

Jason X then beats me at wrestling. I'm Batista and he's John Cena. I dont stand a chance, once he has me on the ground i cant get up till he stops hitting me. And he doesnt stop hitting me. I beat him at NFS undercover. that ought to show him who to mess with.

I was at Kurunegala on Friday and Saturday, my friend's dad owns a coconut plantation there. We're walking along, me and my friend, in the evening checking out the paddy plantation and going to a place he tells me is awesome to look at, when a really drunk chap assails us. He is in the middle of cursing loudly in very colorful language at no one in particular (standard village drunkard behavior) when he notices us.

Did i mention he was drunk? He reeks as he tells us about coconut thieves and 'dishonest folk' and how my friends dad's very employees are stealing money from under his nose etc and launches an elaborate campaign to try and grab a job, obviously under the misconception that we could get him a job. he alternatively calls me 'mahatthaya' (sir), 'machang' (buddy), 'putha' (son), he takes us to his little clay hut and makes his wife bring us tea, he shows us pictures of his sons who are at the army and the police, he claims to have immediate access to grenades and other heavy weaponry and tries to convince us to disguise ourselves and come with him to hide and catch the thieves when they come out.

He's a royal pain in the ass. He is insistent on taking my number so that he can 'call me when the thieves get there' and i manage to avoid giving it to him at his house. We then try to get away and he follows us home. We try to part ways and he extends his hand for me to write my number on it, i say i dont have a pen and he throws a fit, says he will come right to our doorstep and all that. We are rescued by the estate manager, who by then has got to wondering where we were and come to have a look. Mr. Paranoid-delusional-drunk is meek as a mouse.

On Monday i took of to Negombo. Mainly cos there were a few relatives over and some family obligations awaited me on the next day as well. Not that I specifically avoid family gigs, just that this didnt especially require my presence and i wanted to squeeze in as much as i could in terms of chill time this long weekend.

Went with two friends and we ask the tuk tuk driver 'does he know a cheap place'? he takes us to the sleaziest joint in Negombo the 'Rooms Victoria Lodge' or something like that and we get one room with a double bed and a juddering AC. We go out to 'hit the town' and the town is pretty much dead. We have an excellent meal at the 'King Coconut' where they make some really great pizza and then go back to the room after walking around a bit cos they are not serving beer or anything and my friends wanted a sip.

Next morning, we contemplate going to one of the hotels for a day package since the town itself seems to be asleep today, and decide to hit Browns Beach after breakfast. So me and MP mosey on down Beach Road to 'dolce vida' which MP (who frequents Negombo on bored weekends) tells me is an excellent place to chill. But they are closed along with all the other places where anyone can expect a decent morning meal and we are ultimately rescued from a delirium of hunger by the hospitality of Mr Alfred Cruz who runs a second hand bookshop a few hundred meters past Browns Beach. He has qite an interesting collection. I buy 'The Hobbit' and 'The Last Continent (Pratchett)' and MP gets 'Digital Fortress'.

Browns Beach as MP puts it 'looks like an old people's home for German tourists' but it is not exactly totally devoid of eye-candy either. So we mostly relax by the pool and read and jump in for a swim and check out the few ladies who pass us by (some even smile back). We enjoy the buffet although the food is not all that great. Im home in the early evening after a couple of nice cool AC bus rides reading a book and hit the sack later only to be tortured by mosquitoes all night long.

Today feels like a Monday, except that Saturday is only two days away. Need to find something to do this weekend. How was yours? And obata haa obey pawle samata kiriyen paniyen uthurana sarusaravath subooma suba nawa wasarak weva! e-mail me the meal vouchers, it'll be easier for you :D