Россию Roulette

Con mi té de manzanilla en mano, admiro la mañana nublada, llovisnosa.  Las torres tapadas por la neblina, las calles empapadas, charcos por doquier... y lo unico que cruza por mi mente: Pensará tanto en mi como yo en él?

Que cursi, ya sé, pero no lo puedo evitar.

JC decided to drop by a day early.
Right after finishing up yesterday's post, I looked over at my phone and noticed I had a missed call from JC, plus a new voicemail message.
He was in Vegas.
WTF?!
I went off and started Cinderella-ing shit... I broke a couple of fingernails in the process (that shit hurts, ok. Plus, it immediately messes up my mood: $#@!$% this is why I HATE cleaning!! <-- I went to confessionals on Monday and I'm trying REALLY hard not to be too vulgar... at least until Christmas [but Liga/BPL soccer and UNLV basketball games are excluded]. Although... when I told the priest about my cussing problem--twice-- he just laughed at me, damn near high-fived me. It was the priest who forgot to turn off his mic that one time and wound up saying "Fuck you!" to one of the altar boys once they were "backstage." That guy's pretty legit. BTW, nice tangent, AnoMALIE).

I was angry at first. Doing shit so short notice isn't one of my favorite things in the world... especially when two strangers are going to be brought to my house.
But whatever... JC has always been awesome to me when I visit him in SF or Mexico, so I'll reciprocate.

I was a little on the jerk-side because I got back to him at 6PM. I watched the entire UNLV/Kansas basketball game... and then I went out to meet up with him at the strip.
JC greeted me with an enormous hug and an "I've missed you SO much! It's really great to see you!" and I responded with a "Yeah. Sure. It's only been five months." I walked over to his two friends, introduced myself, and so began my duty as tour-guide for the billionth time in my life.
I did become a tourist at one tiny point of the night, and that was when we went to check out The Cosmopolitan.

JC and sweet little Lisa

I busted out my cellphone and tweeted a couple of photos (it's quite ritzy up in there. I want that damn chandelier).
I loved looking at Lisa's face as she admired the city. There would be awe, happiness, and sadness... it was heart-breakingly sweet.
JC: I bet you're jealous you can't enjoy the city like the rest of us.
Me: No, I can. I mean, I'm a little jaded right now, but just let me leave the city for a week, and upon my return, the moment I see the lights my heart starts to race. This is my home. I love it.

As much as I enjoyed showing these kids around, I was suffering. I wore ankle-socks with boots (because I was originally going to wear some Vans slip-ons, but seeing how it was raining, I VERY STUPIDLY went for the first boots I found in my closet, and didn't bother to grab decent socks. I can be so freaking retarded sometimes)... and let's just say that was a bloody mistake. Literally.
By the time the kids took pity on me, I was limping around and my boots were fucked by the water on the street and the blood from my ankles. It was gross.

We drove through the neighborhood to show Lisa the Christmas lights, and upon reaching our door-step, she very shyly asked "Where are your Christmas lights?"
Me: We're Muslim. Can't you tell?
I smiled, of course, 'cause the moment she walked in the house, she saw the three-foot tall nativity scene in the living room (my mom is such a crazed fan sometimes. I can't really hang out in the living-room 'cause the statues scare me a little. They always have. The three-foot tall cows and donkeys are cool... but the three kings are CREEPY, I fear they're going to start moving the moment I look away).
Anyway, we ended the night... hmmm... let's bet before I move on.
A hundred bucks if you can guess how we ended the night.
...
....
Errrr! Wrong.

The night ended with:
Drinking hot tea...
...
while watching...
...
THE HANGOVER.

CURSE. THAT. MOVIE!
I tolerate it, I still giggle with it... but FUCK! ENOUGH!
I didn't say that, of course, since that would be rude. Instead, I just sat in the kitchen and drew.
JC took a seat next to me and we talked about Lisa.
Me: She's adorable. She is totally in love with you.
JC: ... yeah.
Me: She puts up with your mean jokes, she lets you take her anywhere... the way she looks at you... she came all the way from Russia... come on, why can't you give her a shot?
JC: It's... I can't.
Me: I doubt any girl will ever love you like that. You'd make her life if you were just a little responsive.
JC: It's not that simple.
He gave me that "bitch, you know what I'm sayin'" look.
Me: You're my little brother, cabron.

My heart hurt for Lisa the entire time.
She was really nice and really shy. Being a shy, quiet girl myself, it was hard not to get endeared.
She very shyly handed me some Russian chocolates when she entered the house:

CHOCOLATE! Way to win my approval, homegirl!

She then presented my mom with this really cool honey-bread of some sort:

It has a bee on it! <3

She gave us the name, but I can't pronounce it, much less write it. But it was all from her hometown, and her way of thanking us. So thoughtful.
Her thoughtfulness won her my sympathy, so when she would cock her head to the side when she'd look at JC, or a smile would always make its way across her face whenever he spoke, I felt like I was watching a really sad foreign film. My heart would break.
No, Russian version of Amelie! Don't do this to yourself! You're only gonna get hurt by falling more for this boy.
She totally idolizes him.
I saw a lot of me in the little things she did in regards to JC, so my heart went out to the poor girl.
You're wasting your time... you know it... but you keep doing it. Just like I did with his brother. Speedy recovery to you once he completely obliterates your heart.

Unrequited love sucks dick.
Screw not being vulgar. I'm angry.