russian

i did kung fu today at the pool.
i was beating the crap out of this little 7 year old russian kid to the point of total frustration.
so we squared up to dual once more when he just takes a cheap shot to the nuts.
it was so quick because that's right at his striking level.
i immediately drop.

he victoriously stands over me, fists raised in the air, and jumps up landing his ass on my stomach.
he rubs in the pain by bouncing continuously on my stomach as i'm left writhing in pain.
totally owned by a second grader.

but later on, hard feelings were forgotten and we went over to his house for a good russian meal.
i wish i had my camera, there was a cool modernist (if i have my styles right) painting hanging over the mantle in vivid primary colors. along with that were russian writing which added to the whole effect. maybe i'll have to get myself invited again and snatch a shot.
the russian dish was good too. it was some goulash type meal with a side of buckwheat and a greek salad. cantalope on the side.

and since we were celebrating arturo's belated birthday we had a tasty chocolate cake with coconuty icing.
i thought it was a weird combo, but it was rather good.

from there i had to book over to kevin's for a BBQ. i was only an hour and a half late, i guess it coiuld have been worse.
i showed up right when the hamburgers were done, so i was happy.

a day of free food always makes for a good day.
and i felt productive with my kung fu.

this coming week, however, might suck.
i don't have a day off at all.
back to the grind.