Day ten

Ah, gay parade, ah, gay parade... Here's someone's friend, here's someone's brother... A vulgar song from Comedy Club comes to mind. I'm working all day today, so, to Helber's disappointment, I couldn't go and watch. They call it a Pride festival, meaning they are proud of who they are. David came in heavy, after some party, went down to his room, to the computer with 'No porno' written in big letters, locked himself in, and sat there until evening. There were few people. And not because everyone went to the parade, it just started raining heavily, so the planned gay march was canceled (as one gay guy later told Vova, it rains every year on this day). So, mostly they were 'acting out': taking vulgar photos (for example, Kinshasa would get on all fours, and 2 men would get behind her, she would squat, take the tips of the waiters' ties into her mouth, they looked like Helber's favorite word), annoying each other (of course, Helber with his inclinations and the phrase 'slap me'), and, of course, drinking. They tricked me by saying it was Brazilian coffee, but it turned out to be a chocolate Martini, then they made a 'mojito', I tasted it with my tongue, the acidity was almost gone, but then the aftertaste remained. In short, few clients + a 'heavy' manager = debauchery. There were also Russian clients, they left a good tip (reminded me of Brother-2, 'Russians don't abandon their own in war'), although at first they wanted to leave $1, but then they laughed and wrote 25. So the day was sluggish, but interesting.