Bitch Sessions

Edo likes to pick me up on his pink bike with a daisy sticker on the front and take me to eat lotek after a long day at school and the office, respectively. We sit at the floor booth, eat and bitch about the problems we are presented at work. I bitch about coworkers, confusion and disorganization. He bitches about stress, confusion and money. We sit there for hours saying what we hate and giggling a lot. I enjoy talking with a Javanese person who will confess to feeling hate.

After a recent bitch session, Edo and I went back to his house to wait for a friend of the family that he wanted to play a practical joke on. She didn’t show up but I did get to meet his sister who is a model and she got me all excited about photographing her all hoed out in front of some of the great graffiti or popping out of a becak. She lives in Jakarta but she is planning to come back and I hope she does because I am envisioning something great.

Then, we went for a second dinner with his aunts and driver/friend Ary who is also the karaokeing star mentioned in a previous post. Edo and I tried to convince Ary to sing at my birthday party the entire dinner. Also we discussed the logistics of renting a toy train to pick up my guests. Ary claimed if anyone saw him arrive on a kids toy train, he would be fired and I argued he wouldn’t want a boss who was so judgmental anyway. He said he would ride his motorbike and I told him that would only be acceptable if he attached a rope to the train and held on while on his bike. He didn’t like that idea.

I tried another tactic to make him sing; blackmail. Another night we had gone to play pool with Ary and Audi and Ary used an id that had his photo on it but someone else’s name. I told him I’d report him and his fake id to the police if he wouldn’t sing at my party. He just laughed. I said maybe my friends might even tip him. He laughed and said his [pregnant] wife would have to work on the street hoeing three days to make as much as he would make in one night, or something to that effect. He is Maduran…you know those Madurans are. Well, you probably don’t but suffice it to say they are rumored to be rough around the edges.

So, I sure hope he shows up at my party ready to sing. I’ve got the polisi headquarters number on speed dial just in case.