Dave's Not Here
Wreckless Eric in characteristically hilariously trenchant style:
Two days later at the US consulate I was told that the Colisimo envelope Amy bought in accordance with the US government website instructions for sending the visa-ed up passport back to me was all wrong—I had to have a Chronopost envelope. But no matter, they had a machine full of them as long as you had twenty three Euros in change which fortunately I had.
The envelope flumped out of the vending machine, I extricated it from the metal trapdoor, turned around and there was a photo booth offering photos of the required size.
The visa arrived the following day—it almost beat me home. The accompanying paperwork describes me as an alien of extraordinary ability.
The journey to America follows on when I've got the strength to re-live it. Suffice to say for the moment this world makes little sense to me and, in my capacity as an alien, I'll be glad when I can leave, possibly wearing a preposterous grey plastic helmet with gold wings on the sides—My work here is done...A bit like John Wayne as a Roman Centurion in The Story Of The Bible—This surely must be The Son Of Gard, etc.
Two days later at the US consulate I was told that the Colisimo envelope Amy bought in accordance with the US government website instructions for sending the visa-ed up passport back to me was all wrong—I had to have a Chronopost envelope. But no matter, they had a machine full of them as long as you had twenty three Euros in change which fortunately I had.
The envelope flumped out of the vending machine, I extricated it from the metal trapdoor, turned around and there was a photo booth offering photos of the required size.
The visa arrived the following day—it almost beat me home. The accompanying paperwork describes me as an alien of extraordinary ability.
The journey to America follows on when I've got the strength to re-live it. Suffice to say for the moment this world makes little sense to me and, in my capacity as an alien, I'll be glad when I can leave, possibly wearing a preposterous grey plastic helmet with gold wings on the sides—My work here is done...A bit like John Wayne as a Roman Centurion in The Story Of The Bible—This surely must be The Son Of Gard, etc.
Labels: apocalypse now?
posted by murat11 at 8:52 AM
2 Comments:
Another question regarding your tenure in Nuevo Mexico: did you ever eat at Dave's Not Here? If so, did you find it all as cracked up? Or did you yearn for Dave to reappear?
San: I guess that, given my unqualifying lack of tenure, I'm still waiting for me to (re)appear, not to mention to Dave.
I did find the Pilar cafe always what I cracked it up to be.
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