Monday Morning Meat #21
Saturday was packed with events…. And not just because Jay & Lisa, Iva and ARF came to visit in Cutty Sark. But it was sooo nice of them to have done so… And upon sober recolection I must apologize to everyone for not introducing ARF to everyone else - and vice-versa, although you’ve already “met” on this blog. But as I said… Saturday was full of extraordinary events, and I felt slighty overcome.
But, back to the business at hand… Although I’ve already done so, I’m posting pictures from Cutty Sark again. People who were there can confirm that it was indeed crazy 
An English rugby team comes to visit, and this is how it starts…
…Brokeback moutain or quartetbacks stripping?
Spank me, baby!
Look at me willy!
But since Slovene and Croatian TV channells were replete with movies a la The Passion of Christ, Moses or Ben Hur during the Easter period of celebrating “He who is” while stuffing oneself with ham and eggs, it seems only fitting to post a hunky photo of Charlton “Doom-Doom” Heston.
Guns don’t kill people… People with guns kill people!
April 9th, 2007 at 1:09 pm
Trust the British, eh? Some of those lads need to make the acquaintance of a skilled waxer. I think I had an especially good (hmm, maybe good isn’t the word?) seat. The dude in the powder blue pants tried to follow me into the bathroom with a goofy grin on his inebriated face. I may have set the world record for bolting a door shut! I came back to the table to see him in mid strip to “keep your hat on”, glad to see he decided against being my own private dancer and moved it to the realm of the centre of the bar.
Saturday night was great, nice to have our own cute & talented dj right at our table :). I think we all decided to come to the Cutty more often!
April 9th, 2007 at 2:03 pm
I’m sure that before a waxer gets tangled (literally) in this mess, a good lawnmower is a tool of choise for there lads
P.S.: Thanks for the compliments!
I’m blushing violently. 
April 9th, 2007 at 2:51 pm
Pengovsky: this is not Monday Morning Meat, this is actually Monday Morning Speck, no?
So the legend of your good looks is still alive?
Good.
April 9th, 2007 at 2:58 pm
Ah, but then again - that’s all there is to it… A legend
Speck? As in - an extremely small penis?
April 9th, 2007 at 3:06 pm
As in FATSO.
April 9th, 2007 at 3:11 pm
Ah… Sort of like Austin Powers’ Fat Bastard? Get in me belly!
April 9th, 2007 at 3:35 pm
Yes, the dancers were fairly voluptuous gents. I had to move my chair for fear of being buried under a lot of nekkid British, should they fall from their perch (which looked fairly likely at several points in the evening). I thought an earthquake had started when you played Oasis!
On the other hand, the Brits probably increased every non-Brit guy’s chances that night.
April 9th, 2007 at 4:14 pm
Yes yes it’s true, not only is Pengovsky looking better every day, he also plays THE best music in town and generously buys his fan club drinks! I tell you, if I find out he can also cook and iron, I’ll start a who-wants-to-marry-him pimpin’ campaign :DDDD Joke (?) aside, Saturday night was a blast. Not sure, however, if a few dcl of wine had something to do with it, but who cares anyway
Lisa, don’t forget my view was the one facing those (insert adjective here) guys, you were actually turned with your back to them 
But I’m glad you guys discovered a bit of the genuine Ljubljana partyscene. Wait a few more weeks and the Brits will open the bathing season in Ljubljanica river.
April 9th, 2007 at 4:21 pm
No, the wine had nothing to do with it ;). It was the bambus. I think I’m still hung over.
Hmm. Maybe I should start a small but profitable betting stand near the river. How many beers til the English disrobe? How long until they end up in the drink? Etc.. I can’t promise to give good odds, the house does have to win in the end.
April 9th, 2007 at 4:42 pm
Iva: he said once he can’t/doesn’t like to. Cook and iron.
But that is OK. No?
And I appreciate the music very much, too.
April 9th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
I said that?
April 9th, 2007 at 5:22 pm
Well, yes: we had the topic of household chores once. But I mentioned this to find out whether it is (still) true
April 9th, 2007 at 6:11 pm
Haha Lisa, no fun, you’re already winning: the Brits ALWAYS splash into the river. :)Mind you, I would not dare to dip my toes in it. So … thumbs up for them? Erm, at least for their level of non-decency …
I guess nowadays that’s a real treasure if a guy can cook and iron, but since I’m just the pimp-mediator here, I remain indifferent to the evaluation of his (in)abilities. 
Alcessa: well, depends what a bride-to-be is looking for in him.
April 9th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
Apologizing for introducing me to the others? What have I done?
I mean, I didn’t strip, so I think I made at least a civil impression… :S
April 9th, 2007 at 6:25 pm
IVA: I have decided to support you in your efforts
Pengovsky CAN COOK and LOVES TO IRON.
How was that?
April 9th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
That was just fabulous. Now we wait. (God damn, why don’t I work for Lady so I can snatch his ad in the lonely hearts section?!?!)
April 9th, 2007 at 7:16 pm
@ARF: NOT introducing…. SHIT, I just checked… A typo on my part… Sorry for the confusion everyone, and especially ARF.
April 9th, 2007 at 7:17 pm
@Iva & alcessa: This is fun…
I just hope the right people hear this 
April 9th, 2007 at 7:25 pm
Ooh, interesting. Who are the ‘right people’? Finding someone of any gender who “loves to iron” is a rare treasure.
about misprints: Yeah, I wondered about that…I didn’t think I was introduced to anyone besides those seated with me. ARF: Were you the guy in black? Pleased to ‘meet’ you, then.
As for the Brits, maybe in comparison to their nasty waterways the Ljubljanica is pure and swimable? It’s probably just the beer. I was watching a documentary on hooligans at the World Cup and the amount of beer that the British had drunk was 17.5 liters per person on average. That may account for the physiques we saw in action
April 9th, 2007 at 7:29 pm
As far as the “right people” are concerned, I’m taking the 5th, seriously.
I’m bangig my head against the wall for the misprint - I proofread the post, but apparently the mistake didn’t register with me…
Re Brits: was that 17,5 litres daily???
April 9th, 2007 at 7:38 pm
Lol, there is a 5th ammendment in Slovenia? Convenient.
Unbelievably, I think that *was* a daily stat. Certainly, the clips I watched indicated a consumption of alcohol so ridiculously out of control as to boggle the mind. Amidst all the hand wringing about the English hooligans the thought occured to me: “who in the hell kept serving them beer?”
April 9th, 2007 at 7:47 pm
Actually, it’s article 29 of the contstitution:
Anyone charged with a criminal offence must, in addition to absolute equality, be guaranteed the following rights:
- the right to have adequate time and facilities to prepare his defence;
- the right to be present at his trial and to conduct his own defence or to be defended by a legal representative;
- the right to present all evidence to his benefit;
- the right not to incriminate himself or his relatives or those close to him, or to admit guilt.
But I may have already jinxed it…
April 9th, 2007 at 7:52 pm
Ilsa: I love to iron… The secret of it is the right kind of music on your iPod.
But I was already found
April 9th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
My admiration to anyone who likes - let alone loves - to iron. I avoid the task copletely.
Count Ana in fo sho.
As far as drinking is concerned, Brits are indisputable champions. So, when is the next day we’ll try to outdrink them?
April 9th, 2007 at 9:21 pm
IVA: Pengovsky likes ironing, too.
(repetition is the mother of matrimony?)
April 9th, 2007 at 9:37 pm
In this case, repetition is just … repetition.
(hint: Pengovsky being my ex-neighbor, anything other than friendly bonding would be on the fringe of almost incest :PPPP)
April 9th, 2007 at 9:43 pm
Not to mention the grudge I apparently hold against your family’s car park
I just don’t think things would work out, 
April 9th, 2007 at 9:46 pm
Oh, Iva: I didn’t mean you,
I did realise you’d have alreday grabbed him and taken him to the lonely island or whatever it is that the youth does these days 
if you wanted to.
I am just repeating useful Google expressions to further his case…
April 9th, 2007 at 9:59 pm
Whoops, this blog-commenting thing is full of communication bugs! And I did not know that my (allegedly) aggressive nature is so apparent even through my writing.
Anyways, Pengovsky, yes, why do you think I always leave my car far, far away from your whereabouts? You know, we can’t afford more than one major car accident each month … 
(PS: GET OVER IT, DAMNIT! We had, like, the next day. :))
April 9th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
@Iva: Hehe, I did too… But it’s still a funny anecdote, ain’t it?
@alcessa: Google bombing, are we?
April 9th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
Yes, why not
I think, judging from Iva’s anecdote, we may have one (in)ability in common.
But it is still latent in me
April 9th, 2007 at 11:34 pm
@Lisa : I was the guy in black next to P, yes. And nice to have ‘met’ you too.
Just a matter of enjoying that Kasteelbier a bit more afterwards… 
I swear, it’s the only river I’ve seen running through a city so far that’s so clean and clear you can actually see the fish swimming in it.
@P : Don’t take it too hard, my friend. I obviously knew right away it was a typo, but I wanted to make you sweat a bit.
And please, please PLEASE DON’T let those English soil the clean water of the Ljubljanica! Seeing them lose their clothing wherever they are (happens in Belgium as well, trust me) is enough pollution.
April 11th, 2007 at 5:19 pm
So Pengovsky, after all this havoc, is it sane&safe enough to lounge at Cutty again this Saturday?
This time we buy you drinks - I am ashamed of not doing so the previous time. Shame shame shame on me! Oh well, can I pull it off with the fact I’m young and stupid? 
April 11th, 2007 at 5:22 pm
Oh by the way: Alcessa, never judge the book by it’s cover, not all that glitters is gold, yada yada yada - that car park anecdote has to do with my mom and Pengovsky’s temporary visual impairment while being focused on the exam that was due in 30 mins
April 11th, 2007 at 6:19 pm
Sane? Of course… Sane? By no means
And don’t worry about drinks… It was my pleasure. But if you feel compeled to buy me one, I won’t discourage you
BTW: I’m sorry, but I edited your last comment… You used my real name, and I’d prefer you didn’t… Not that it matters a whole lot, but I’d like to keep my name out of the blogosphere. Hope you don’t mind.
April 11th, 2007 at 9:37 pm
Gah…I also plead young and stupid. Consider a drink on me as well, and thanks for Saturday’s round!!!!
It was nice to finally meet, if not necessarily chat much.
April 11th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
Well, y’all can plead young, whereas I only plead stupid. I still feel guilty for not introducing ARF. He’s such a fun guy, and we did some air-quitar solos as well
As for chatting… mixing and changing CDs it pretty much a conversation killer, so you didn’t miss much
April 11th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
Damn, you remembered the air guitar stuff? I had already blocked that one.
April 11th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
Of course I do remember… I even adapted my technique after observing you… Namely, I realised that my air guitar was actually air-ukulele
:D
April 11th, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Oh, the air guitar did not go unnoticed…it’s just lucky none of the girls sitting at the table had a camera, or there might be an addendum to this post.
April 12th, 2007 at 12:00 am
Oh dear! And I couldn’t have even pleaded being young, just stupid like P!
Did we come off that one scott free, mate, phew! 
April 12th, 2007 at 12:12 am
Phew indeed! A close call, that was…
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