Takes 3 to Tango...

Last night was a very cool night. As usual, at some point it seemed that it was going to suck, but then it got life of it's own and things went up from there. After work me and my brother gave Yomero a lift, and then headed home... Oh!, we had some tacos on the way!, I almost forgot that... And those tacos rule, so it would have been something close to a sin.

At home we put some customes together as fast as we could, and they turned out alright. My brother resembled a kind of vampire, and I was some dead french poet or gallego or whatever. He he he. We picked Erik and Diana up, and then Sergio. Of course while driving we joked a lot about the way we looked. We had a vampire, a gallego, a zombie base ball player, a school girl, and the must have: a crow.

Everything went as expected in the Fleur du Mort. A lot of customes, vampire chicks, the usual goth crowd. Some centraedi, good live music, and decent talks. It was too crowded for me though, and I didn't have my glasses on so it wasn't like I could just stand and enjoy the view... That sucked. But really, anyone that has been around me for a while knows I hate crowded places like that... I like having good talks, being able to listen the other person, and not being pushed around by all the people walking around. He he he, either way, we walked out of there just a bit after the band stoped playing. We wanted some air and a better enviroment to hang around.

While there though, we bumped into my neighbor, who used to date Sergio, and into some other people. I talked with Memo about how that place raises a lot your expectations in terms of gothic but once in there you feel like it's just pretending. It was halloween, so you couldn't really judge the usual crowd, but I was diaspointed my self the first time I was there. Not as dark as my prejudices had foretold... He he he.

As well there was this girl from Denmark that is living in Blanco's house too, veeeery good looking. When Victor said that she was craving for attention Sergio, Memo and I run to where she was. Serio, lucky bastard, was the one who sat right next to her and got her attention the better part of the night. Later I got to talk to her, and I understood why Sergio said the conversation wasn't really flowing... Probably she wasn't that interesting, or we weren't... Whatever. It takes more than good looks to ring my bell, and at least there it wasn't happening.

Then Ireri told us that she (the Danish girl) was tired of been hitten on by all the guys, and that's why she doesn't follow the casual talks very well. Then Sergio and I stared at each other and said... -oh... that would be why-. He he he.

Once we started to leave the place, just as everyone had gotten out, I was stopped by this goth girl who suddendly asked me something:

girl: So... you guys leaving already?
me: Yes... need some air, we will go walk a bit.
girl: Damn... you guys suck.
me: He he he... yes we do.
girl: ...
girl: So, do you know anyone at the UdG?... (it's a local university).
me: not really, I know a girl whose mom works there.
girl: Oh great!... I will give you my number so that you contact me with her.
me: ... - puzzled look- oook.
girl: By the way... can I have your number too?.
me: ... sure.. (lame way to get a number... I must learn it).

I scribbled down my number, while thinking that I should write a fake one... I give her the real one. - Sigh- . We will see if she calls and what happens. My sixth sense tingles a bit. Argh.

Once out we went to Chapultepec, called Allan, and decided to go to his place and have us a little party there. There were like 10 of us, with Allan and his girl we were 12, enough of a crowd to have a very good time. Allan took out his whatchamacallit smoking thingie (I don't remember how you call those, they involve flavored tobako, water and bubbles), either way, we all smoked from it. We played funky music, he he he, even danced a while to that Ma-ia-hii song. Allan ran to his room to disguise himself, because he felt odd being the only normal one around, all that. Good times.

The Danish girl taught us the way the cheer in Denmark, with a little song and all. Jokes, and a couple of drinking games that mostly were about getting Sergio drunk... He he he. I don't hink he minded, and it takes much more than that to actually hit him hard with liquour. Eventually people started leaving... Then we had this great talk with that girl about relationships, the way they are over there, sex and all that. It was interesting. Here in Mexico we have a terrible double standard, and a messed up way to see relationships... Everything surrounded with an aura of sin and stupid stuff like that. -Sigh-.

At about 3:30 am Allan started teaching us Tango... That was, at least to me, the high point of the night. It looked so freaking cool, and not hard at all. He taught that girl the basic steps and then all of a sudden they were dancing all over... I got goose bumps... That dance rocks. Then he taught Sergio and I the steps, and we practiced a bit with her. Damn... THANK YOU ALLAN!!... Now I want to learn Tango... Just what I needed, yet another interst in my life... argh... He he he, not really, I loved it.

There we leart that there are only 3 basic steps in Tango... That's why they say, it takes only 3 steps to Tango.

At about 4:30 it all came to an end... We got home... Slept...

** Cheers!!

ps.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha

Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.

Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.

Chorus:Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.

Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.

Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha