brasilintime

unfortunately for all you soccer fanatics, this post isn't about brazil's loss on saturday in the world cup (actually, i'm pretty sure no one in my blog audience is a soccer fanatic). this post is about brazil's greatest exports ... brazilian women and brazilian cut bikinis ... and even more so, brazilian women IN brazilian cut bikinis.

last week, i came to the sad realization that june was almost over, and that got me thinking, "what have i done with my summer so far this year?" the answer: absolutely nothing. i resolved to make it to the beach at some point during the weekend ... no matter what. i rolled out of bed around noon on saturday, just in time to watch the brazil/france game. i was rooting for brazil because of sibling-esque tie between brazil and goa, though that guy zidane from france was impressive (go portugal in the next round). the plan was to hit up the beach after the game. normally, i head to mission beach because it's closest to me, but after/during the game, i remembered archana telling me about windansea beach (i thought it was wind and sea, for the longest time). according to arch, this beach is the local hangout for brazilians, and everyone knows brazilians are simply good looking ... and hey, maybe some cutie will need consoling after the game. i get there ... and boy was she right. at least 90% of the people there were brazilians. considering about half of those were female ... in skimpy bikinis ... my eyes were in heaven. i got out the ipod and portable speakers (i immediately regretted not having sergio mendes with his samba soul on my ipod that day), laid down my towel, picked up my book, and just chilled for a couple hours. granted i spent most of the time enjoying the eye candy ... and unfortunately for you guys, my words do those lovely ladies no justice, and i have no pictures. still, i felt compelled to share. maybe i should work on some portuguese for the next time i go.

in other news:
saturday night, i went out with archana and some other medschoolers to the lamplighter (a local kareoke bar). i don't think i've ever done kareoke unless it was with my servite buddies ... and if that's the case, beware! first things first, i immediately thanked archana for the windansea tip. anyways, not the point. at some time during the night, i was hanging out near the pool table with some people, and all of sudden there's ruckus coming from my right. basically two girls were yelling at each, and things were coming to shoves. next thing i know, one of the girls picks up an empty beer, raises it above her head, and is about to start swinging. luckily, i was close enough behind her and able to react quickly to grab it out of her hand from behind her. people separate the two. i manage to get between the two girls and am slowly moving one of them in the opposite direction. of course, it doesn't help when her bf is yelling at me to "stop touching [his] girl." throughout all this commotion, i still have my gin and tonic in one hand. the drunken girl i am ushering away, who is still yelling, notices this and tries to grab the glass out of my hand (probably to throw). luckily, i had a pretty good grip on it, but she didn manage to spill the half i had left out ... mostly on archana. eventually bouncers/bartenders came by (uhh ... what took you guys so long?) and escorted the girl out. umm ... can i get a replacement for my gin and tonic. i later found out that the girl picked up the 7 ball off the pool table and threw that too.

i hadn't been around drunks like that in awhile. in the words of slick rick the ruler, hey girl, walk straight, master your high.