turns out that the mother of a friend of cole Eka invited us to a party in Venezuela. I felt as if a prograduacion when I was in high school. That if no tickets yet? We will enter in the door? I'm going to wear? Sera to meet someone? Total is to dust off their ties and heels and went out partying. It was at the Tennis Club and the door had a thousand signs of things that you did not see for centuries ... tequeños, cachapas, etc ...
Just enter words and phrases heard ordinary, vulgar and common, but which to my ears thirsty and lacking in expression as sacred music was Venezuelan. Almost lit up the aura and angels with trumpets went back to people when they spoke:
- What else buddy?!
- Depingaaaaaa, see fine pussy! (Rang slapping his back as if to remove their lungs each)
- Come sit buddy ... want a Roncito or Rummy? And ordered a serving of tequeños (almost tears me typing out the word Tequeño)
- Watch and your Geva? (While stirring his drink with his finger)
- This chevere, back to asking for a cachapa Chamos ...
was like a Twilight Zone, everything was spinning and it was not rum. All this happened while a Costa Rican singer, trying to imitate a sweeping Animos the Bill, RCOs to pump the tricolor everywhere, 7-star flags, Venezuelan women undoubtedly, thousands of Blackberries, 5 people talking (shouting) simultaneously on a table (and all ).... was understood to paradise.
was the perfect night to top up my tank in Venezuela.
