Repare en su tesis

This is the end of my sling-shot parenthesis. Next Wednesday I hop on a flying vessel that will elastically take me back to the old continent and to my country's old colonial mother: SPAIN. The sequel is about to begin.

So what the eff happened during all this time I've been not glob-blogging about our adventures?

AN EFFING LOT.

I won't be able to tell about absolutely everything that went on during the last part of our extremely tumultuous semester back in St Andrews :( but for the sake of the adventure I shall write about the most "transcendental" incidents that moved the Mundus gang to a new level of cohabitation.

This is for Juanita (I love and miss you and nothing makes sense anymore haha).

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Chapter I: ZE MUSIC ROOM

An unexpected bunch of us really bonded over playing awesomely OLD songs from our shared childhoods. Cheesy as our covers may have been, we still managed to improvise cumbia rhythms heaving on the piano and bass (to which little Alex had to keep up with the drums... he managed). I'll give us that.

Both then again the lovely hippie and the barbie were extremely gifted singers (each on their own fields and preferences), hence we formed a nice sort of musical conglomerate in spite of our differing styles (in hairdo, especially).

I don't even remember how or why, but due to a particularly incoherent kind of scenario, Mar, one of the lovely gals from second year gals ended up inviting me to play at her society's talent show. I agreed, because I'm Mexican and that's what we do (nah, it also sounded appealing as a challenge). So I decided to implicate others in the scheme: Machiavellic Xalli mode ON!

During one of our "Music Room" gatherings I subtly announced the gang that we had the unique opportunity of testing our capabilities as a group... at a real uni gig. Nobody payed close attention to that, but we practiced on. Each time I insisted a little more ('Hey guys, I've already given our names to the board', 'Hey guys, we need a to choose two songs to play, we've got two million unfinished ones!') until the time came when nobody really doubted the fact that we WERE gonna play. Inception-Mission accomplished.

'Hey guyzzzzz, we need a name for our band.'

After a rigorous cheap whiskey drinking session (to which we munched jalapeño jam sandwiches, 'cos we're real macho, that's why) sitting on the doorstep of one of the boys' dorms, facing the indecorous bushes, we had an epiphanic moment. Carmencita, the lovely Colombian pseudo hippie, approached as cutely as she always did while we were cracking up to some stupid joke. I decided it would be a good idea to shout to her "CÁRMENSE UN CHINGO!". Pause.

Contextualization: I had just explained to them the Mexican expression "Cálmense un chingo!" (which literally means something like "relax a f*cking lot, y'all!") so, naturally, due to our altered state of humor, we all laughed (Carmen turned purple out of blushing so much) and realized we had just come up with what was to become our legitimately ultimate band name.

This was during the time I finally decided to move to Fife Park (I gave up having to move back and forth like a yo-yo in order to avoid sleeping on other people's floors. Too often did I end up doing that). I packed my stuff, said my goodbyes to my soon-to-be ex-flatties (OMG), took a cab accompanied by Jan and Juju, and arrived to my brand new room. How did I manage to convince the managers to switch residences? ask me one day you see me drunk as f*ck ;) you won't regret it.

Anyways, in order to celebrate yet another Machiavellic-Xalli victory, I went over to the Music Room to play some cathartic self-welcoming tunes on the lovely piano. Jan, or as we ended up calling her: Juanita, joined in for the fun and we ended up recording one of my hilariously defective Youtube videos. We played The Cranberries' "Linger" on the guitar for the two of us to sing along.

Evidence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhrJ7ubfFn0

The following weekend was bound to be extra special, because, in addition to the fact that the Talent Show was scheduled for Saturday, I would host one of my dearest friends: Abe, a philosopher as crazy as I am, who had recently moved over to Glasgow to carry on with his PHD studies. I called and warned him about that hehehe, so it was ON!