The width of your hips, the brevity of your waist,
the length of your hair, the black of your eyes,
the tone of your voice, the smell of your neck,
the warmth of your hands, cold in your heart.
evenings at home watching TV,
nights out, empty bottles,
evening together, the talk nonsense.
I recognize in the faces and gestures
and silhouettes and poses.
all others.
I forget but I can not even stop thinking about your name.
I sincerely believe that one day miss all those weekends and what happens to me for, then I will come to read the block of nostalgia to mourn ... so I'm writing my boring logs peda.
This time it was thought out. Jenn Just last week I had two days off and would not give chance to do it again; LaOtra left me with a tequierodany passionate when I thought it best to turn down the heat, I say, not looking for a tie and this fear ever-present commitment (well, I'm a chicken), so I would shut up watching movies and cello.
But fate, oh! destiny ...
pambolWith that the international integration and IT and other corporate mothers have made new friends. One of them asked me who organized the celebrations on his birthday, actually invited a number but I signed up immediately with a " going, chela is my favorite sport after rawk" . I should clarify that because of my boss, the team have a certain reputation, unfairly I think, "suckers" and "clowns" (bueeeno, just a little), so that interaction with other areas is reduced to occasional "hello "in the corridors. And do not tell the women barely know one another and in my area are not, so you can imagine, one passes from pure testosterone, and that's not good.
So, although I left work late and my car was the baby and capriciously refused to start, I jumped. There were only three girls and two to three types. The most salvageable was the waitress showing waist and caderota, * cof * cof * sweetie *. The bigcola is llevadita and jotez was making jokes (I do not like dog and not walk like the rest does not mean that I am a fag). By the end of the night we were few, the acompañanante cumpeañero and led me to where I left my car. "Do we follow?" if clear, and followed for a few blocks, I recognized the area, toss them high in farewell and went where I knew. [Insert here blackout on the way back, ouch ] . I got home, parked the ship and slept as I could. Before noon I was awake with a mild headache that lasted until nearly 6pm.
On Saturday and was referred to another birthday party, but the harsh screaming at me that it was best to sleep and rest and that it was not for these jogs. After two aspirin, a nap and feel like I prepared necear. My brodi told me that he had already arrived and the party was well flirty , I checked on arrival: a large garden, covered terrace, candles, chairs, tables, sound, dj, music, beer, rum, vodka, whiskey, tequila, women, friends and necessary for a memorable holiday. But that was just the beginning, there were rocket-like in-town festival in honor of the birthday girl (someday, perhaps, come to love someone so much as to make it a bash as well, sniff) and as at midnight, for the monchis, flautas and quesadillas. The music was cool: rockcito tired of girls and some classic rawk, of course there were other classic (as the track that adorns this post) and other blame rolas that everyone knows, but only recognize it farts.
In these I was, chatting with my very tranquis brodi and the birthday girl's sister rang a grounder and started to sing and dance for me. A girl approached me with this smile, she and I also conducted an pedagogical and dance together while we recognized our bodies (as we learned about arrimones), two rolas then I said "what you want eh" and returned to his friends. "And she, what hand wave?" I do not know, I just know, ho! 's still looking and one of those I said vaaass ps, or you had opportunities and How often . I made a sign wave "we go?" And became a closer. The fart was that his friends realized and never let her go. Something had to invent and danced for a while. Or fart. No drunksex.
At about 5am Pris asked us to turn off the music to be the last foolish, and with them my almostOneNightStand, sniff! We stayed another while putting rolas for us until we said goodbye. Now if I followed my around the peri brodi from insurgents south to the viaduct, then take to his house and I to mine.
good thing to leave at that time of the holidays is that you mix with normal people who go to work at 6am and there is no breathalyzer or anything. Ja! yeah right, on Sunday, deluded.
The first Friday was one of those where you run out of ways to go, I do not recall why I canceled (and canceled, sent the rubber to two and a Pao Ale, sometimes a bit me-I quote- .) The joke is that I ended up calling a friend not seen for a long time.
- Have you been exercising?
- Yes, a little
- skinny I can see it took a lot
wave their "Will you marry me?" And when he is playing and with malice to me mello continues to question, not yet is to answer or how to behave. Yes! know it's a game, but played chingasatumadre or so of rough is not it?. Anyway, after the scare and everything else, the conversation pleasant: "You walk with someone? I do not want to share . No, as you think, who will walk with me?. not be a liar. really! long since I have no girlfriend, you know. And mothers! that gives me a nice hickey on his neck. Now you're mine said. DOH!
For Saturday night I was planning to go out with Jenn. Even I noticed the "prize" in the neck but managed to fade it a bit, [Thanks! ;), If it worked] and had to wear a shirt to hide it anymore, just in case. We would be at about 9pm on the subway because I paid the ship. I left from before and almost at 9 sends me an sms saying it would come to around 10. " ( Bah! ) I hope, no fart, I already left (and what it ) ." And there I was waiting on the subway. Before the 10 other sms where I said that just goes on the road. For those moments I was expecting the fateful post where I was canceling and I said that we would be "the next (GRRRR! old traumas, their grants discuparán) but if you came, and to around 11 we left the subway to go to Chela. We
little time (or until we ran, as it were), then we went home and just sent me reaching for the chelas to oxxo nearby. I offered to buy a ticket and I said "Pay me at the end of love, after the service." You can get rid of laughter (as usual ) and I get a (classical) "Oh Danny, who told me you were seriously misled me" ( the story of my life ). Total I went out late at night as a good male to provide for their female reserves, and there I have a tile loading 12pack of Indian chelas at night and on the street. Drank and listen to music, and later settled back in my legs until he fell asleep. If that is not love does not know the hell is (ok, need not answer) I spent the rest of Sunday and stayed at home to see us next Saturday, go eat, and chelas cinito night. Pure hand routine.
During the week I asked Andy if he knew Pate Fua. No idea, I know they are a band but that's . Play at the Lunario and was bound to accompany me. I remembered that Alicia would be playing in the same Saturday for only 70 bucks (compared to 250 of Lunario), but had stayed with Jenn for this Saturday!. What did I do? Invited Jenn to the Alicia Stoner played this Friday with the idea that this may disclose and tired and do not see us until next weekend, it was the perfect plan * evil smile *, but just on Friday Jenn and I canceled the event moved to Saturday as it originally was. As I walked out of looking foolish and did not want to miss the stoner played ended up walking to a friend (who introduced me to Jenn). Precopeo First, from there to Alicia, then birthdays and the end fell by xochimilco in the bar where they Bety and squat. I think he was better than Jenn ... well no. On Saturday
Jenn was to call out of school and agree. The good news is that Andy had not invited yet and does not look bad with Pate Fua. Jenn Soon after I called to cancel, saying he felt sick; everything fell into place (again, but now the reverse) to invite Andy to Alicia and see Pate Fua, nor did the offended me Jenn I think it was for real and less obvious. I finished watching Total Pate Fua a few meters.
Someday all this karma is going to go over, like a locomotive with a can of soda.
The good news is it will be a quick death =)
On Sunday, with only 4 hours of sleep I went out early to a party of people, micheladas street, fair, bumper cars, pulque, nap in chair and come home at night. On Monday I took a shitload of work and I wake up very late to work, wave 10.30am. The good news is that there is no boss.
(not visible here, but their illustrations and watch them on yuotube)
I'm so sad to see monuments like this are in ruins ...
... and now.
I will mourn for a while.
