Serbia: More Adventures in the Shower!

So Benito got really sick over the weekend, starting on Thursday with a sore throat, and progressing into a full-blown cold (luckily not swine flu, but the second wave is coming!), so he did not experience the night-life in Belgrade, but that was OK, for he got to dance at home and get used to his hosts there. Now what could he do, but lay in bed, so that was what he did, as the girls (his new Serbian "sisters") took care of him like a king. For that is what Benito wished to be: the next King of Serbia. Haha! Ivana made him tea and bought the medicinal soups to be administered, waiting on him hand and foot, while Anika and Jovana did the cooking. Soon enough, Benito was on his feet again, alive and kicking, dancing the night away... Serbians know how to have a good time! Haha. That is good. Water clubs on Friday! Whoop whoop.
Wait til we hit that up, yo!

But seriously there was an incident which bears remembrance which is that Benito was shat on on Friday ('Petak'). May it be remembered that even he was shat upon, and may it be recorded in the annals of history forever more. Such was it that his Serbian compatriots were very much jealous of this fact (it is indeed good luck!) and said so much as they left the Nike outlet store en route to another Athletic's store where Benito tried on some basketball shoes but did not buy, for the lady was like, "yo, those are some ugly-ass shoes" and Benito was like, "Thanks, lady." So then they went to church and lit some candles, upper for the living, downer for the dead, and so did he light a candle in that hallowed place for one Craig Eder whose soul surely resides in heaven at this time. Let it be recorded for posterity that e'en these candles were placed underneath the icon for Jesus Christ in accordance with the customs for Christmas.

Then they went on their way to the store (with a little impromptu snowball fight!)where Benito bought it out for shizzle! What a scene, trying to buy tomatoes, which involved weighing them and put a special tag on the bag. With some assistance, Benito got his tomatoes and beer and made for the register, after picking up some aftershave. (Tiger Woods be the man for shizzle my nizzle!) Then they made for home where more and more soup was consumed and Benito tucked himself delicately into bed, but not before doing some F/Bing and such and sundry, as Ivana played at DJ. That night was surely eventful as Sasha called and his friend wanted to use the bathroom, so Ivana obliged. "We are now officially a public toilet!" she proclaimed, and so they were. "You should charge next time, Benito!" Haha. "Welcome to Serbia!" said the friend. So that was quite an eventful evening.

The next day Benito was worse and stayed in bed the whole day, just getting up briefly to open the window and take a shower. When he got in the tub, he switched on the radio on his cell phone and was about to turn on the shower head (which had somehow broken since his last use) when the bathtub started "peeing" on him. In all fairness, it was simply the water from the laundry machine, but boy was it cold! Benito then started the shower hoping to put some warm water on the affected area and directed the shower head onto his feet where the cold water was coming out. It stopped. Benito had set his timer so as not to use up all the water (an unfortunate incident had occurred in which he had done just that, but no matter, one learns from his mistakes), and when the time was done and the alarm went off, the cold water started coming out again and Benito was then like "Abandon ship!" and got out of the shower as quick as lickety split. He worked on his journal for a time and read. Luckily, he had the Serbian sisters to keep him company while he was sick and recovering. Again, they catered to his every need. And God saw that this was good.

Sunday was more of the same with visitations by certain Serbian friends. Quite pleasant, really, but hardly eventful. In any case, Benito caught up on his reading until Anika asked him to show her a few moves, so up he got and they all started to dance. Jovana's BF caught on to the towel and they did the traditional dance, going from side to side. Benito was a natural, by all accounts. Another night of party in Serbia, but more to come on this regard...