Ok, the time has come to write about happier things (especially since people started to worry too much about my present state of mind due to my last entry hahaha. Sorry about that! but I think it's important to write in all sorts of moods, in order to better understand ourselves).
MA' BUUUUURTHDAAAAY
So I just had another birthday, yay!
End of the post.
Kidding! Anyways: so the day came, finally, after having announced it to the world since the beginning of the month, and we decided to throw a little Mexican-themed party with whatever materials we could find (since it's rather hard to obtain almost anything too specific in this godforsaken little town).
Ok, but firstly I shall refer to the events that lead to the glorious Friday in which we celebrated the humblest of my births (?): on Thursday (the day before) we booked the music room for the night and it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Just a bunch of internationally assorted dudes improvising, singing, and learning each other's favourite songs. There was a PIANO!!! *head explosion* and that made my entire year... it had been ages since I last played any kind of instrument (I miss my dearest Cordelia... my uke), so I had a cathartic plunge into a world of infinite joy for a little while (yes, and joyness as well). After that we went back to the girls' crib and made some tea, talked for an eternity, and then I came to realise I was turning 26 in a matter of minutes, hence we decided to have a little toast! LITTLE. TOAST. NO SUCH THING.
So the Hippie, the Hipster, and the Barbie (as we like to call ourselves whenever the three of us hang out) ended up singing and dancing in the kitchen to a lot Latino dance songs while the rest smoked outside and had a little gathering of their own. They wrote a happy birthday note on my arm with a pink marker (pourquoi pas?). But eventually Jan came inside, took the Gin bottle from my languishing extremities and told everyone to save our energies for the next day. In spite of my ethylic reluctance I finally succumbed to the powers of her imperviously Dutch use of reason. I love her.
The next day...
I woke up, jumped on Jan's bed, got dressed and headed back home to get some stuff. I had a horrible essay to hand in on Monday, so I went to the library to work a little (boo). But then fortunately my lovely Colombian artistic sister appeared out of purely fantastic blue and swept me away for a birthday lunch-break. We went to a lovely little Italian sandwich shop, bought paninis and citric sodas and then headed for St. Mary's Quad. We talked about life, sitting on a bench facing one of the most magnificent trees in town, and it was just perfect.
After that Jan and Juju and I went to the shops, where we filled our carts with tortillas, veggies, cheese, pop, chips, and TEQUILA. We took a cab home, 'cos we were feeling fancy (nay, we had too much to carry in the end so we were f*cked) and got the stuff ready.
Dinner was MANIC. We decided to throw the party at the other Mundus' girl's apartments a.k.a. the "nicer" ones in Fife Park, just to take advantage of the kitchen/common room space (since most of my friends live in what is known as "the ghetto", but these two enjoy the privilege of residing on the other side of the fake lake, where the grass is greener and more expensive). So a bunch of us got together, and started chopping up stuff according to the laws of chaos. We fractalically made Chinese-production-oven-QUESADILLAS and the Belgian guy managed to make a fair enough guacamole for a side dish, so it was SET.
After having eaten my deliciously improvised (and horrible looking) chilaquiles the door rang and EVERYBODY CAME IN. Yep, at the same time... weirdly so. So we plugged and turned the music machine on, and did what I always force people to do: DANCE UNTIL DEATH.
I took one of the tequila bottles and started giving off "tapitas" (filling the cap with the liquid and pouring it down everybody's mouth, systematically, and in a somewhat authoritarian mode) so minute by minute the mood started to ease intro a fantastic groove of limb swaying and cumbia/salsa dancing.
Calle 13, Bomba Estéreo, La Sonora Dinamita, Juan Luis Guerra, Maelo Ruiz, Fonseca, Rosana, Celia Cruz, Garibaldi, Big Boy... and DUBSTEP?!!!
Hahahaha, one of the Spanish dudes is incredibly keen on listening to (what we imagine to be) dinosaurs with lasers beams attached to their "frickin'" heads, so we always manage to sneakily insert a random tune in the middle of the completely unrelated repertoire just to mess with people's minds. Of course, once the ambiance was dramatically switched to electronic madness we had to, of course, wrestle on the floor and take each other's shoes off and hit the ceiling and then run around the residences going out the window to chase one another shouting curses in Spanish.
Children... right?
Aaaand we got told off by the warden, yes we did, but in the end we played some Lady Gaga tunes in lower decibels and slowly became less and less active until the couch appeared to fancy some love making... and that's when Jan came in and took me to her room, saving the day as she always does.
That was a great night, indeed. And now I'm 26, which isn't an odd number at all, and that makes me happy :)
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