I met Bestie for celebratory “we made it through the whole morning!” afternoon drinks at our favorite dive, which has a name but which everyone just calls “cheap bar.” One of our favorite things to do is sit around drinking shitty Turkish beer, (hint: everyone knows Effes is basically poison. Since switching to the not-appreciably-tastier Bomonti, though, Agent L at any rate has noticed a remarkable decrease in next-day gastric distress) and making grand plans, some of which, (let’s design a new course!) we follow through on and some of which (let’s write a book!) we don’t.
“I want to do more things like that,” I said at one point. “I’m serious. I’ve made the decision to stay here, you know, I’m committed. But if I’m going to stay here, my life has to be more like my life back home. And what I miss most about home, besides tacos, and good beer, and tacos, and did I mention tacos? What I miss most is music, and art.” B agreed with me. “I mean, I used to really look down on people who just drank, you know? Because we always drank while we were doing SOMETHING. I mean- yeah, you’d meet your friends at the pub after work or whatever, but it wasn’t like this frat-ey culture of ‘let’s get really wasted! And all talk about the last time we got really wasted!’ We were drinking at art galleries. We were drinking at shows. We were drinking at plays that our friends wrote and acted in. We were doing STUFF.”
B agreed entirely and reminisced about an awesome metal bar in Beyoğlu she used to go to. A mug later we were deep in nostalgia for rock clubs past, for live music that isn’t shitty covers of shitty Turkish metal songs in general.
And so, Agent L is officially on the prowl for stuff to do, and (even more difficult) stuff to do on the Asian side.
All suggestions welcome.