Man, what a day! Bacau, you wild beast! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ through my window. I mean, c’mon, it’s Bacau, not the Sahara! I grabbed my guitar, ofc, and hit the streets.
First stop? Str. 9 Mai. I love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? People chillin’, kids playin’, and the smell of mici wafting through the air. I’m walkin’, strummin’ a few chords, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! I trip over a pothole. Seriously, Bacau? Fix your roads! I’m not a stuntman, just a guitar master tryin’ to vibe.
So, I’m limpin’ a bit, but whatever. I head to the park near Str. Calea Moldovei. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. There’s this dude blarin’ techno music. Like, bro, it’s 10 AM! Chill with the beats! I’m tryin’ to connect with nature here, not rave with a bunch of squirrels.
But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, play me a song!” How could I say no? I start playin’ “La Bamba” or somethin’. The kid’s dancin’ like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m laughin’, and suddenly, all the annoyance fades away. Bacau, you sneaky little charmer!
After that, I decide to grab a coffee at a place on Str. Nicolae Titulescu. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Whoa, did I just get flirted with?” My heart’s racin’ faster than a car on Str. 22 Decembrie.
But then, disaster strikes! My phone buzzes. It’s my bandmate. “Dude, we’re late for rehearsal!” Panic mode activated! I chug my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain. Bacau, you’re killin’ me!
I sprint to the rehearsal spot, which is on Str. Oituz. I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. “Excuse me! Comin’ through!” I finally get there, and my band is already jammin’. They’re like, “Where you been?” I’m like, “You won’t believe the day I had!”
We start playin’, and man, it feels good. The energy is electric. I’m lost in the music, forgettin’ all the craziness. But then, mid-solo, my guitar string snaps! Are you kidding me? I’m in Bacau, and my guitar is betraying me!
I’m fumin’, but I fix it quick. Gotta keep the show goin’, right? After rehearsal, we hit up a local pub on Str. 1 Decembrie. I need a drink. We’re laughin’, tellin’ stories, and I’m like, “You guys won’t believe the pothole I fell into today!” Everyone’s crackin’ up.
As the night rolls in, Bacau lights up. The streets are alive. I’m walkin’ back home, feelin’ grateful. Yeah, it was a rollercoaster of a day, but that’s Bacau for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.
I plop down on my bed, guitar in hand, and think, “What a ride.” Bacau, you crazy city, I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!