Written in May 2006
When you throw the burger on the floor screaming that you did not like, we look to eyes open as wide as the curtain of the National Theatre. She, her brother and I, overwhelmed with laughter and sat on the steps of the door to watch you with the lack of seriousness that we had. "Calm" reach to say, the second pitcher of sangria had significantly helped your balance, not only emotionally but physically.
We had stopped in the street as fast food, that is, in the truck leaving the pub video, "so that we sober up," eat you too "I ordered, displaying a severely overacted, and chew on anything except my sandwich, "I do not know, chew but do not reach," "all I see blur, the floor moves, it stops! "cried your eyes of Japanese anime, laughter drowned me. In the second I saw repeatedly dialing a number on your cell phone, maybe it was too late to remind you had no credit, we knew: it was late when we blow up your cell phone in the air, "This phone does not work!" and decided to save the innocent victimized by your blood unit intoxicated.
tried calling from my phone as tacit agreement the three that night, each one try to overcome the embarrassment and make no matter what happened then. We came a melancholy sympathy towards the past that we do not do drive away. I answered for you "Hello, are you in July?" The other man's voice kept saying hello, not understanding perhaps my poor pronunciation, "Hello, do you hear?" And started to yell "Alóooo" across the block, "Aloo, answer. " The saleswoman looked askance, thinking of his post botarnos food before scaring their clientele, so that we were their last customers, and the street just had some drunken youths, looking, of course, were the show free of the circus " Drunk dignity "hung the phone.
ex alcohol in one night was something unimaginable in my concept of trance, or hangovers, a few friends and I had heard other stories no less shameful than that. I had to make the call, sipping ketchup and mayonnaise, making my voice, slow, quiet. I managed to remember your number - reached?, If it was recorded as a scar on his forehead and marked it with all the fear implicit in the act. Who would respond?. Would he still be your number?. The carpe diem memento mori still bothering nobody answer, I insisted, thinking maybe I regret this act of another as never before. I was not wrong.
"Hello, yes?" The voice was very sweet, gentle, kind, and as I always say: So all that I'm not feminine. "Good evening", it was early morning, 3:58 a.m. to be exact, it was indicative of borrachez, low-dignity, "It is ...?", asked him, and that soft voice, unchanged, I would apologize, he replied "Right now he is asleep," "Oh, sorry, I called and they tell me to call back first thing," By whom? On behalf of ... Matilda, took another name, of course, remembering Natalie Portman ineffable in that movie where the girl wanted to be myself, but with better luck. I said goodbye with "good night" and I buried in my guilt, the shame of that act, I laughed with you, my consolation was that at least three were sharing this ridiculous. She also wanted to call to balance the matter, and answered a voice like the brother who hated to be awakened.
"Hello, yes?" The voice was very sweet, gentle, kind, and as I always say: So all that I'm not feminine. "Good evening", it was early morning, 3:58 a.m. to be exact, it was indicative of borrachez, low-dignity, "It is ...?", asked him, and that soft voice, unchanged, I would apologize, he replied "Right now he is asleep," "Oh, sorry, I called and they tell me to call back first thing," By whom? On behalf of ... Matilda, took another name, of course, remembering Natalie Portman ineffable in that movie where the girl wanted to be myself, but with better luck. I said goodbye with "good night" and I buried in my guilt, the shame of that act, I laughed with you, my consolation was that at least three were sharing this ridiculous. She also wanted to call to balance the matter, and answered a voice like the brother who hated to be awakened.
neurotic That night ended with the flood of emotions that will never let you forget, you secure more convinced that you do not remember anything. Sure. Do not remember your brother cries when you uploaded to move faster to his home, the "shhhh" most scandalous of your lips for silence, all the wit to fit all three in bed, your nausea, you did the incredible decorations on the pillow (luckily she moved to time). I write and I laugh at your hangover friend. Even pleasure in my mind the feeling of impossible love that three was helping with our drunken laughter. 23 sweet friend. The time of our shock and deep falls.
