bumpy yesterday / today, of those days you do not know when to change, when finished. First pull in Colonia Esperanza, which is so hidden (to me), so far from everything (from my perspective), that the dynamics of some people seemed far from the border. They interviewed children painters who paint the future and asked them what they wanted to become, uy, artists, doctors, veterinarians, architects, pilots, fashion designers, singers, dancers ... Before I consider your answers can they? Will they succeed? Do leave their families? Do we have the resources? "Want the same thing when they become adults? What would I be? I also think it could (should) follow-up. Yesterday nearby, in the colony adjoining a hill collapsed and buried a wooden house where they were three children (9, 7 and 1 year) with her mom. Four died. The father, who was at work when the tragedy occurred, was in crisis. I took pictures of a mural made by elementary school children to go.
It took so much (so very much) to leave the colony. It was time for trafical: we saw a few meters from the traffic light to change three times without being able to move even an inch. Since no one respects the lights to those hours Boulevard trucks blocked the access of our street. Bastards. At last we crossed the street and headed for the premise Popotla every Friday (every day, whenever it occurs and we have money), eat, drink, enjoy. A ceviche tostada, please, do me a cup thrown into a clam and white chocolate? well, with pure lemon, no, I like Clamato pa 'the raw' orita with pure lemon, yes, one leg of a mule, big, do you crabs? two to the butter, ah! and a kilo of fried fish ... come with complimentary toast? it comes, also commissioned a loggerhead, cold, do you pass the sauce Huichol? wow, that of mortar pa 'heels is perfect . There salute to Gallo who had a harem of beautiful raw Michoacán.
Three hours later, let's go to the house to fix it, we dressed for the Nortec. I wore a skirt, short, circular, acinturada, black, shiny, turquoise blouse, too shiny, black tights, Dr. Martens twenty dimples Necklace Mardi Gras, and vivid red lips (kissable). We arrived early for accreditation for leave to consolidate the bunker before the concert. The company said entry wristbands give an hour later, but I insisted and was lovely, until I said "I like you "(well, in English). Then we walked six blocks, we entered the bunker and follow the tomadera started in Popotla, fragrant. Crowded place, smoky, intense. A fight with his Beat morra while we we witnessed the drama almost shoulder to shoulder with them. The woman shouted "you're opening me, go to spar, I have not done anything!". And he repeated the formula, mostly to the track where he asked to leave. Served low mellow type approaches. She made the withdrawal, he followed her. Hours passed and all increasingly drunk. Arrejuntarse thrusts us to the bar, next to another couple and another drama. What arguments are old! The female claimed "you have to be thus and so, nobody likes to be humiliated" and poor recontrargumentaba namásquieropistear faced with a low voice "now, calm down."
was time to venture into the bathroom and had no napkins. Among the crowd my way and when he was about to reach my destination and rebasome empujome a chick, getting unibaño before me to the place. Before you close the door I could see he had paper, looked at me of "I won" and looked as if to say "bitch." Came out, I went in, and grab when he was only roll around, that is: nothing. Bitch. As we were leaving, saluted Wilberth, Marco, Dalia, Tania, Manuel and had time to say Sallu, talk about digital journalism, differ on the ability of citizens to be armed rising crime and propose issues of magazines.
and emerge at the surface to walk the six blocks back to verify that the concert would begin at midnight and redirects the People, Baruch front of where would the concert. That other processes: the manager, giant, took a drunkard drinks that you were stealing the karaoke singers. A loggerhead and new direction to the Nortec. The place was hastalamadre but could be circular, at least from the bar to bathroom. As the doors opened four hours before the race and was on the verge of derangement and shouted "fuuuckers" in demanding the start of the show. Something that worked: the Ramón and Pepe took the stage, ran to take pictures and started the party, although it continued for many more, rose. Batteries year limited my photography, and also my view Chev.
Going back to my place, two rolitos later, I found a companion with whom I danced embraced turning around as I poured the beer into your hair and back. Occupational hazard, the party perks, perquisite of happiness and carefree. Then I met again my dude, who danced. Welcome to many many friends, many celebrities, writers, musicians, producers, archivists, bullfighters, singers. And we dance and jump and play and offer and we joked and laughed. At the end I went with the bath console to ask the list of bands they would give me imagining the classic handwritten sheet. Nel because: I said "here" to teach me the iPad. Did I can take a photo? Yes, go ahead.
The concert last straw but we kept enfiestados. Let's Eat Something. Again, the six blocks on the way to the fried food. By enguapecidos Revu and sway enguapecidas seeking party. Maybe you looked all the same. Back from the First and Constitution was the small stall away from the fried, so ... go to tacos. I refined a slice of roast and met Genaro locoto mad that he said to me "you have good vibes, you'll do well in life, just stop being so calculating." Replied "I hear you, I'm receptive." I hit it, invited us to his party, said "thanks, no." It was 3:30 am. Saying goodbye pidiome agarrome hands and make the case "do not be so calculating." And I'm the opposite! Listen "lend me the key to the bathroom? asked the cashier is a little autistic. Negative, there is no key. Following my bladder I went to the only nightclub that saw open: Hawaii, where gay pride is reason to not feel so proud. Small bar, also hastalamadre. It took me through the crowd to the rhythm of Celia Cruz and concluded that, in fact, life is a carnival, Tijuana, at that hour, for those dollars. Home sweet home at 4 and sliver. Today, neither my legs hurt.
