that fookin' bitch
Sep. 17th, 2005 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcIt’s all over now, so I can tell: my ex-third-best friend Marko is a kow. An evil, nasty, unworthy kow. Unworthy of a personal visit to his home Helena Paparizou, winner of the 50th Eurovision Song Contest this past May.
Oh sure, they’re relatives (her Dad is Marko’s Dad’s cousin, so she and Marko are cousins). And yeah when her parents found out she would be travelling to Sydney they no doubt said “you better visit your cousins or you’re a bad Greek girl” (especially since Marko’s Dad just had heart surgery). That all makes perfect sense. So Marko got to show Helena his copy of her recent CD (which I gave him). And got to dish with her about his favourite song of hers (”Die For You” by Antique; also my fave of hers). And showed her all the Eurovision music on the goddamn iPod that we bought him, that I loaded up with my Eurovsion collection galore. She also apparently dished on next year’s Eurovision in Athens.
But it gets worse. Marko and 15 of his Aussie cousins went to Helena’s concert on Friday night (she visited the home on Thursday). Now all these other Greeks are from Marko’s Mum’s side, so they’re not related to Helena. So Helena all of sudden sez “I want to call my cousin up on stage with me! Marko where are you?” Spotlight on the bastard, 2 security guards escort him to the stage, and he’s dancing with her in front of 8,000 people. Bastard, fuckin’ bastard!
I am, of course, kidding. I’m thrilled for Marko! He told me about this a couple of weeks ago and my only regret is that I couldn’t share the experience with him. But he’s magical and deserves the VIP treatment every day. Marko, you are the !, you’re my number 1.
Oh sure, they’re relatives (her Dad is Marko’s Dad’s cousin, so she and Marko are cousins). And yeah when her parents found out she would be travelling to Sydney they no doubt said “you better visit your cousins or you’re a bad Greek girl” (especially since Marko’s Dad just had heart surgery). That all makes perfect sense. So Marko got to show Helena his copy of her recent CD (which I gave him). And got to dish with her about his favourite song of hers (”Die For You” by Antique; also my fave of hers). And showed her all the Eurovision music on the goddamn iPod that we bought him, that I loaded up with my Eurovsion collection galore. She also apparently dished on next year’s Eurovision in Athens.
But it gets worse. Marko and 15 of his Aussie cousins went to Helena’s concert on Friday night (she visited the home on Thursday). Now all these other Greeks are from Marko’s Mum’s side, so they’re not related to Helena. So Helena all of sudden sez “I want to call my cousin up on stage with me! Marko where are you?” Spotlight on the bastard, 2 security guards escort him to the stage, and he’s dancing with her in front of 8,000 people. Bastard, fuckin’ bastard!
I am, of course, kidding. I’m thrilled for Marko! He told me about this a couple of weeks ago and my only regret is that I couldn’t share the experience with him. But he’s magical and deserves the VIP treatment every day. Marko, you are the !, you’re my number 1.
