Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Don't Blame Me For Being Me
Chapter 30
The last time to think it over, the last time to agree for having awesome time! (And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet that could change just how this goes)
The next day.
After hard work day Dasha and me decided with no obvious reason to cook something tasty. So we came home and began making different home-baked cakes with different filling – with apples, cabbage, jam. Also we cooked biscuits and ice-cream. Then we dialed Spence to call him to our place. We asked him to come and bring somebody else to us. We promised to let him eat “something tasty”. Of course, Spence agreed. After an hour he came with Patrick, Andy and Travis. Travis took his bandmate Matt with him. So we all greeted each other. Matt was introduced to Dasha and me. I found him cute. With a help of Trav and him we stood a table in front of a couch and shifted chairs. Dasha and me made tea and coffee. We brought from the kitchen everything we cooked to put it on the table. Then we explained guys where and what cakes are (I’m about their filling) to let him choose, may be, his fav ones. And we promised them to give ice-creams. Drinking tea we were telling different stories. Spence was talking about his winter holidays in Belarus like promoter says well-learnt advertisement. Dasha and me were adding his story with laughing, different comments and some details. Then we appealed to drummers.
“Can you beat 1250 times within a minute?” we asked them.
“by what and on what?” Andy asked unhurriedly.
“by drumsticks on drums. We saw one TV show. They said it’s a world record – 1250 times”, Dasha said.
“I’m ready”, Spence said.
“you have drumsticks with you?” Dasha asked.
“no. I can take forks or spones”, He looked around.
“how we’ll count your beats, dude?” Andy asked.
“you’re right”, we sighed. “may be somehow later”.
After an hour we drank much tea that we barely had a place for ice-cream in our stomach. But we wanted ice-cream. We shifted the table away, crashed on the couches and began watching TV and eating the ice-cream. Travis switched on my laptop and began watching something there. So I think he found much interesting there – pics and videos of my friends. He found the video with Spence and Jon in Belarus. He was laughing watching it. Dasha and Andy were discussing world’s collapse. Patrick and me came up to Trav and Matt who were in my laptop completely. I was explaining them who and what’s doing on what pic. Spence thought we watched his video 300th time. And he was scowling at us because of it and was asking me why I didn’t delete that video. We spent amazing time. To midnight Dasha and me got tired to be good hosts entertaining them. So we began making them to get out. I packed the rest of cookies and gave them to Spence (Dasha and me care about him like about native son). We saw boys off to their cars. They thanked us for a good evening and tasty food. They swore they’d never eaten so much delicious cakes and biscuits. So we said byes and guys drove eventually away.
As soon as Dasha and me rest our heads on pillows we heard our home phone rang.
“who’ll pick up?” I groaned ‘cause the phone was downstairs, in a living room.
“well, I’ll. I’m sure it’s Spence”, Dasha got up and moved to a door. “I dunno what he wants but I feel it’s he calling”.
She made her way to the lounge. She was out for probably 20 minutes. Then I got up and went out of the bedroom.
“if it’s Spence, say to him that we still have some cakes with cabbage”, I yelled her.
Dasha laughed and I walked to a bathroom to wipe off the rest of make up. When I went out, Dasha kept talking.
“Stop talking! If he needs something, let’s come to us. We have one more bedroom. As if he doesn’t know”, I said again.
Dasha laughed again. I went to the bed.
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Oh, it was Pete who called last night. I thought what Trohman is bastard. What worth to call me and check how I am? Okay, he’ll pay for everything in Moscow.
The last time to think it over, the last time to agree for having awesome time! (And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet that could change just how this goes)
The next day.
After hard work day Dasha and me decided with no obvious reason to cook something tasty. So we came home and began making different home-baked cakes with different filling – with apples, cabbage, jam. Also we cooked biscuits and ice-cream. Then we dialed Spence to call him to our place. We asked him to come and bring somebody else to us. We promised to let him eat “something tasty”. Of course, Spence agreed. After an hour he came with Patrick, Andy and Travis. Travis took his bandmate Matt with him. So we all greeted each other. Matt was introduced to Dasha and me. I found him cute. With a help of Trav and him we stood a table in front of a couch and shifted chairs. Dasha and me made tea and coffee. We brought from the kitchen everything we cooked to put it on the table. Then we explained guys where and what cakes are (I’m about their filling) to let him choose, may be, his fav ones. And we promised them to give ice-creams. Drinking tea we were telling different stories. Spence was talking about his winter holidays in Belarus like promoter says well-learnt advertisement. Dasha and me were adding his story with laughing, different comments and some details. Then we appealed to drummers.
“Can you beat 1250 times within a minute?” we asked them.
“by what and on what?” Andy asked unhurriedly.
“by drumsticks on drums. We saw one TV show. They said it’s a world record – 1250 times”, Dasha said.
“I’m ready”, Spence said.
“you have drumsticks with you?” Dasha asked.
“no. I can take forks or spones”, He looked around.
“how we’ll count your beats, dude?” Andy asked.
“you’re right”, we sighed. “may be somehow later”.
After an hour we drank much tea that we barely had a place for ice-cream in our stomach. But we wanted ice-cream. We shifted the table away, crashed on the couches and began watching TV and eating the ice-cream. Travis switched on my laptop and began watching something there. So I think he found much interesting there – pics and videos of my friends. He found the video with Spence and Jon in Belarus. He was laughing watching it. Dasha and Andy were discussing world’s collapse. Patrick and me came up to Trav and Matt who were in my laptop completely. I was explaining them who and what’s doing on what pic. Spence thought we watched his video 300th time. And he was scowling at us because of it and was asking me why I didn’t delete that video. We spent amazing time. To midnight Dasha and me got tired to be good hosts entertaining them. So we began making them to get out. I packed the rest of cookies and gave them to Spence (Dasha and me care about him like about native son). We saw boys off to their cars. They thanked us for a good evening and tasty food. They swore they’d never eaten so much delicious cakes and biscuits. So we said byes and guys drove eventually away.
As soon as Dasha and me rest our heads on pillows we heard our home phone rang.
“who’ll pick up?” I groaned ‘cause the phone was downstairs, in a living room.
“well, I’ll. I’m sure it’s Spence”, Dasha got up and moved to a door. “I dunno what he wants but I feel it’s he calling”.
She made her way to the lounge. She was out for probably 20 minutes. Then I got up and went out of the bedroom.
“if it’s Spence, say to him that we still have some cakes with cabbage”, I yelled her.
Dasha laughed and I walked to a bathroom to wipe off the rest of make up. When I went out, Dasha kept talking.
“Stop talking! If he needs something, let’s come to us. We have one more bedroom. As if he doesn’t know”, I said again.
Dasha laughed again. I went to the bed.
********************************************
Oh, it was Pete who called last night. I thought what Trohman is bastard. What worth to call me and check how I am? Okay, he’ll pay for everything in Moscow.