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At home I'm going through a delicate situation. That's why my mood is a bit down and stress is making the rounds in my body.
On Saturday (my birthday), I called my friend Sandra.
- What are you doing today, asked thoughtful.
- Nothing ... I have no desire for anything, my stomach hurts and breaks my head, I answered truthfully.
- But you will not be alone tonight! Venite to go home and eat something there.
- No, Sandra, refuted. I'm not mad at center with this car morondanga.
Half an hour later I called again:
- I spoke with Patricia (which lives near the house.) It happens to look at 9 and come here. Then we see what we do.
I was unable to say no. Reluctantly, but aware that I would much rather get some fresh air, I signed up for departure.

weather was not seen Patricia. So the trip was the perfect excuse to catch up with gossip and mourn a little for the misfortunes of another. Any woman knows what those moments can be liberating. So we made it lighter Sandra stress and mood jacarandoso.
- We go to Golden, we snapped Sandra without anesthesia. None of the three had previously been in that place, and actually sounded as a fun alternative. And over there we go.

Upon arrival we received a very nice man. After asking if it was our first time (in Golden, obviously), informed us that there were two rates, according to the location of the table. As the difference was not great and the show we were going to witness warranted a good visibility we chose the most expensive.
then crossed a black curtain, very heavy, to find a place not too big, with little light. We were greeted by a boy dressed in black pants and white collar and cuffs with black light protruding, who accompanied us to the table, excellent location on a platform. We started well.
Then came another man who introduced himself and told us to be our waiter, and then we cut pizza, they are free. Then I remembered
sociological studies of my friend Fabian and I was ready to do likewise.
Myth No. 1: "Women are a desperate and get as crazy."
False. Women are crazy. We do not need encouragement to it. But the truth is that most (not made a detailed study) were like us: ordinary women who want to have fun.
A while later a transvestite who officiated as master of ceremonies opened the show.
There were 3 main groups: those bachelorette parties celebrating the birthday girl, and celebrating their divorces.
The "madam" named us and brought us up on stage to receive a peck of two adonis prepared for this purpose (and yes .... I got. Or perhaps it was my birthday?).
In the first box (actually all had the same structure) went to the public "The Phantom of the Opera", complete with mask. Rose spectacularly to the stage where he danced sensually. He took off his mask, revealing a pretty face. Continued taking off her shirt, and that it got interesting: broad shoulders, arms worked, and abdominal and chest marked board. He kept pulling his pants, leaving only a slip dress tail-less fluorescent orange. Just when we thought the number was over, voilà!, Disappeared slip.

"It's a donkey!" Said one of my friends (curiously versed in the battles over love) with wide eyes.

I nodded. It was the only way to answer, because my jaw had dropped precipitously.

After holding a towel with his penis in a display of aerobatics, the retired gentleman stage.

Myth No. 2: "Women are pulled over for groped types."

False. When actors go to the public, women stretch their arms and scream, but nothing more. None claimed more than that.

order not to lead, I tell them that then became sailors in uniform, one dressed as SWAT, another sensually showered in a tub, etc., And all developed and culminated in the same way.

invited in tables up to some lady from the public and sixties there was a woman who took all the applause to engage in a fun pose supposed amatory not in any book of the Kama Sutra.

Myth No. 3: "The guys grab you by the hand and force you to go on stage."

False. Types make you a sign from above and, if you want, you go up.

After the show, dancers collars and cuffs were only dressed up with sexy red shirts, the players donned "from home" and walked around the room where most of the ladies (and girls) took the opportunity to take photos hugging, and stayed there.

And all hell broke pachanga.

gentlemen entered the room patiently waiting outside. Most (if not all) were boys who expected to find a fleeting love-hungry veteran, encouraged by the situation.

We were dancing about three hours, and then we went singing softly (literally, because when we were Freddie Mercury singing "Do not stop me now").

Needless to say we went to have coffee and discuss the details of what we had seen.

In my opinion, was a good experience (apart subtleties.) It's a nice place, they treated us excellent, the pizza was delicious, and rejoice our eyes with beautiful male specimens.

And, to the delight of the gentlemen with whom nature has not been so benign, we prefer them to more normal!

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Reunion

had always been a free spirit. Although at this stage of his life there was much that was rethinking, and it remained unclear if he would be free or could not make a commitment. Or never met the right woman. O. ..
Love had always seemed very strange game, full of hope and disappointments, sometimes noble to the point of imbecility and other vile to the point of amorality. She came to believe that love nullified the common sense self-preservation, the illumination of the mind.
And maybe it never was in love.
Their marriage had been in limbo asexual adult of a lack of love, or even affinity, for many years.
Cohabitation with his wife was like walking through an impenetrable fog. What I felt was so amorphous that kept always squeezed to become something different and yet equally unidentifiable. Occasionally one was aware of a change in ambient temperature: extra patches on a substrate moisture usually viscous. For when it came to a climax, if it was only opened his mouth to yawn.
And his work had become a sad backwater where he kept his mind occupied away from metaphysical pose.

That night was to go to that dinner. I did not really win, but anything was preferable to support the bills that his wife happened every time the opportunity arose. Not for a moment she thought of going in search of his wife before leaving. He had forgotten for years ... if, indeed, had ever remembered.
was a typical, boring evening. Why had he gone? Maybe I could sneak in a while and go have a beer at a bar.
And suddenly appeared. When he saw a wild and triumphant that it flowed into the eyes, skin, hair ... Bristling, Mario stopped in his tracks, overwhelmed by a kind of terror. Venus. She was Venus. Sovereign of life and death. For what life was saved the procreative principle? What death, except for its extinction? Everything else was decoration, ornaments invented to convince people that life and death should mean something more.
She looked at him. Intrigued, Mario looked back.
- Hi, said Mario approaching.
- Hello. How did they not see you! Do you remember me? I'm Laura.
's face Mario is served as an a mirror, and began to take shape in him a happy smile. Someone from the old days! How could he not having recognized?
- It's amazing! You are so changed ...
- But some things never change, and I'm terribly bored at these meetings. Are we a while in the garden? Laura

took his hand and led him out gently. He followed without question. Her dress shone through her breasts, her white skin and soft, rounded shapes. And it was more than Mario could bear. Then the control
Mario stony broke and not knowing how she would react, her arms extended. Hungry for it, Laura offered her lips hungrily.
The kiss was exquisite. Mario's hands roamed the back of the girl and a delicious erection struggled to get a space inside your pants.
They said a few words of love, and were given without question to find so rewarding for both was much more than a reunion.

Mario slowly returned home. What God had sent? He suddenly felt lighter, like a benign god really good and had passed by. A strange feeling for someone that knew no peace.

When he arrived, his wife slept. Fortunately. He lay down quietly. While waiting to sleep thinking about all the things you should rethink your life ...

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My 1 st 15 minutes of fame

often told Unconditional newsprint featuring several family. In my case, I need not to embarrass anyone. Alone is enough for me.

claims I have a wagon with '92 model car. I gotta buy it thanks to Julian Weich and its "Done Deal."

The case was thus: the foreign friends of my old car found lying in the street and, thinking that someone had been forgotten me decided to stay without any notice.

When I went into insurance, I said the last installment of it was unpaid, and therefore would not charge anything.

was useless to pray, mourn, Patel and offering favors to whom I attended, primarily because it is a lady and I have no such sexual orientation.

When it seemed all was lost because it had no way to bring money back to buy another car, I remembered the words of my guru friend Eduardo, when he said that if things did not go on the road had to be opened as usual head enough to be able to seek alternative routes.

With these ideas spinning through my brain (there are many neurons, so they have enough space to do so) I got a 28 on Tuesday of the Constitution Station.

- Why not, asked me this, so deluded as ever.

- Because you see on TV doing the little toad, I answered my bitter superego.

tied I had to lead, were addressed to my steps to the producer, near the train estración.

There was a large group of people waiting to be interviewed. In all my time before said they would call to participate, so I got quite disappointed.

The gentleman who served me told me that I would do a test of general culture. " As the odd book was read during my life, I said "why not!".

The questions were fairly simple, and I think I have removed a MS (before the educational reform had been a 9 or 10), asked me if I could do a screen test. Completed

it, I was quoted the next day to record. Should go with a companion.

I came home jubilant, and I asked my oldest son (the only one who at that time was old enough) if he would accompany me on the newsprint, and he replied yes, very funny.

With a view to fuck and all the faith in myself, we set this Wednesday at dawn to Martinez in the 60 (not guarangos. It took me no biro).

In the study there were millions of people occupying the bleachers (fortunately, because it was so cold it was good for a little "warmth"). A group of assistants treated us like sheep, bringing us back and forth, making sure that no moved from its place or to go to the bathroom and distributing appropriate colored scarf (purple, in our case). First

2 galleries participating. The winner would play. And guess who the winner was ours.

racing started the second stage the 5 sectors of the same color. It also goes without saying that we won the (5, to be exact).

At that time, already past midday, made a recess in which a gingerbread invited us, left us a while to chill out and cloudy day and we were allowed to pee in a filthy portable toilets.

The winners we settled into the stands. I was sure that in this instance would win: Pique pointed, not left to the end.

Another person and I should make the unfortunate toad and answer the math puzzle. The man pressed the button racing. I thought "¡¡¡¡ Nooooooo!! Get here and lose !!!!". But he was wrong, and I became the winner. I chose the briefcase
number 11 and, after all the hoopla, I won enough to buy my sweet. A month later I handed the check.

What followed was incredible. For a week it was impossible to go out. To make shopping took forever, because everyone asked me about the program. I went from being in a bar and a woman near me looking like a ghost I was actually wondering if I had participated on Sunday.

caught me having the force of the idiot box!

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Terminal II (final)

At that point the game I wanted to tell that they were not home at the airport early ... without taking into account that there were five hours apart, and although for me it was 8.30, in Buenos Aires I Dear were 3.30. Just when I realized my poor mother attended to voice between sleeping and worried, thinking who knows what happened at that hour of the morning. The din was so brutal that began appearing in local television screens, which made it appear the Argentine Consul at the scene of the crime (well, not exaggerate ...). Just then someone came Air Madrid and the airport (absent without notice until that time.) Barajas was beginning to dawn, awakened from his dream bars and free-shop businesses raised their curtains like eyelids giants. To calm things down a bit, we were told we were having breakfast (obviously in charge of the company) to one of the bars, while trying to solve the "inconvenient." It was a latte with a bill but for me, the last thing I had tried had been a sandwichito at 5 pm the day before, I knew great. Just got distracted for an hour more. We went to the door that we should, and still did not know if one day we'd fly. People shouted, sang, jumped swinging makeshift ponchos which Solitudes. Some slept sprawled on the seats, others chatted. What was clear was that's where we are not moving anyone. We suggested going to a hotel, but we refused. They were just some little ones with kids and some very elderly. The rest we firmes frente a la puerta. Querían que nos vayamos porque impedíamos el abordaje de otros vuelos. Por fin apareció la policía con los perros “para mantenernos controlados”, y pretendieron llevarse a una chica. Todos los hombres lo impidieron, y realmente creí que ahí terminábamos todos mal. Pero por suerte no pasó a mayores. Una de las perras era una Belga igualita a Luna (la mía), medio cachorra, que lo único que quería era huir del lío y saltaba jugueteando. Ya parecía una opereta. Los pasajeros que empezaron a llegar para los vuelos de la mañana nos miraban asombrados. Por fin nos anunciaron que, con un poco de suerte, a las 4 de la tarde saldría el vuelo, y que nos invitaban cordially to lunch at a restaurant (also in charge of the company). We had lunch together in an improvised large table, chatting like old school friends at a barbecue anniversary. If I tell the truth, I was delighted and I was having fun. I met really lovely people. We finally confirmed that the plane would leave at about 17.00 hours, we would use the same plane but had to wait for the crew change (thank goodness, because it had not been so I guess that more than one would have grabbed the pineapple .) And we took off ... Despite being without sleep, tired, dirty, and we were all friends, and looked like a group of college graduates. We talked together, gave us dinner, we had our travel experiences and our personal histories. There were several Brazilians who would fall in Fortaleza and even speak Portuguese, we understood each other perfectly. In order to reach my seatmate Brazil got off, and I took the opportunity to raise the armrests scatters how long I am in the two seats and sleeping like an angel: he had spent 40 hours without sleep. As compensation for the "delay" we proposed to give us another one-year valid ticket to any destination in Air Madrid. The other option was to not accept it, and sue for damages. I chose the first option. I do not really worry about next year have another tamer, as I keep traveling. While I give the passage ...

And finally arrived at Ezeiza. There were my old firm as a statue loop, despite being the morning. The reception of my sons was beautiful. I saw them barbaric. For me it was an amazing experience, but I think for them too (it was the first time left alone at home). There is always a before and after these experiences. When I went alone to Cuba in 2000 I felt I had broken the chains with a disastrous marriage and I start walking in the direction you want: freedom. But I had a long road ahead During these 6 years were not easy, but wonderful. I feel that the effort made to grow and improve was not in vain. I learned to fend for myself, and ask for help when I need it. And asking for help does not mean weakness, but be aware that one can not yet. I realize that with all the mistakes and players of a normal family, I did a good job with my children, and are becoming normal people (not saying a lot). I have some wonderful parents that I put up with anything. I have some brothers and nephews of gold that are able to share my joy. I have friends who love me. But the most important thing is that I can fulfill my dreams if you really intend it to me.

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Terminal

my friend's comment Fabián reminded me of my last trip.
Here is the story of my second 15 minutes of fame.
As it is a bit long so I divided into two parts. And it is true word for word.
Hope you enjoy it.

September 23. It was assumed that this would be my last day in Madrid ... It suponía.Aunque last night had gone to a pub with live music (and very good company, indeed, by a black gentleman who had met while dinner), I got up early. I took a walk around the Plaza Mayor and the center, and I went to the airport. It was 4 pm, so I had all the time in the world (the plane was to leave 23.50). Luckily I was able to dispatch your luggage early, not having to spend the day with all the gear. That had its advantages: I was given seat 1 in a tourist place (although I did not know until boarding the plane). The wait was long, leaving the street for a while, she went in, went upstairs, came down again, taking a coffee ... Why is that waiting tired despite not doing anything? A funny note: in Luton Airport (London) there are large plasma screens which reports that the airport is doing its best to avoid noise pollution, and that was why the flights are only announced on the screen. In Barajas have the same principle, but do so at the Galician: they announce over the PA. They're amazing! At about 21.30, when I had read half a book, knew the airport like the back of my hand, had 25 SUDOKU (a puzzle game), had taken 45 cafés and met all the bathrooms, I went to the area shipment. I gave a tiny little walk by the free-shop because they were closing (in any case, my financial situation had not allowed me to buy much we say ...). It seems incredible: Madrid is a city that never sleeps and the airport where there are people 24 hours, 22.00 Where there is neither a coffee. Finally it was time for boarding ... but nothing happened. Another hour, and no news. Tempers began to flare up, not even a little water to drink. There were two soda vending machines but coin-operated, and they were scarce. People were impatient. The little room seemed Smoking London (but it was foggy was smoke). There were some guys sleeping in the seats, and many people end edad.Por announced earlier flight (that of the 23.30), and they told us about a place that could be occupied by a hurry. I would not go because I thought it would be a hassle with luggage. Some people went up and left the plane. After another tamed, and the dead of sleep, hunger and thirst, we were addressing. The plane was a Portuguese flag and the crew left much to be desear.Empezó pass the time ... and nothing happened: the plane was with all wheels on ground in Madrid. The crew did not explain anything, the hostess treated us like garbage, the commander on board, when he deigned to say something, he did in Portuguese or English (I had heard speak Castilian, so I purposely did). In the back of the plane began to miss the air, and people started dropping like flies. They are placed lying in the corridors and the flight attendants tried to make them react. The people were hysterical and screaming. In the chaos came the Civil Guard explained that the winery had luggage that did not belong to any passengers, and security problems that prevented the take-off (for that, going through the window of the office, the boy who served me was a lot of fun making the verse to the girl next window, and I sealed the passport without even looking at or looking at me). I guess those were more bags of people who traveled in the previous flight. Poor people!: that luggage would be in Madrid, and who knows when they recover. We had to wait to empty the warehouse and to bring all the mats on the track. And then came the worst: even they disagreed on how they would make the recognition of cases. The crew said one thing and another policeman. Finally reached an agreement that people would come in groups of fifteen on, recognize the room, and enter through the back door atrás.Abrir was a great relief, because the faint, running a little air, began to react (nobody thought to call a doctor.) At last my turn came, and went to the track. It was pretty funny, because at first got us all together as if something really serious, but then everyone did what he wanted. Since I was not one of my bags (I had bought a London girl to bring souvenirs), I walked around for where I wanted.
could have done anything (and then talk about security ...). Recognized that it was all the luggage, we had to wait for it to load again ... and still did not take off. At 5 in the morning came the pilot (we should have taken off at 23.50!), We assumed that all and in the cabin, and locked himself in the cubicle. Expects you to wait, we were there. People were already to the cries peeled. Finally, some people they invited a tiny bags of peanuts (myself included) with a glass of mineral water (rationed, because we said they should reach for the entire flight). A deranged man and grabbed the phone completely internal and whore the pilot. For what! The coward did not face, but the policeman called again and informed us that until the police arrived the plane was not moving. When he arrived, the pilot demanded as a condition to carry off the rebel custody. All jumped as boiled milk in defense of the hysterical man, who had good reasons. But the pilot (an absolute bad ass calved) said the flight was canceled, ordered the police to let us down by force, stuck around and disappeared. It was 7 am, and all again in the boarding area (businesses remained closed, so we were still unable to take even a glass of water, even to lower the salted peanuts). Since I had a lot to lose, I tried to take things into a joke, and I began to have fun. At that point, and we were all friends. As always, a couple of guys proclaimed themselves leaders of the movement and began to give instructions. The airport asked us we were to allow addressing other flights, but we refused and did a picket sitting position Indians before the doors, and running to prevent passengers get into other flights. A boy (he, his wife and I were close) called Antena 3, which as any means that price is always fishing for a good scandal. Needless to say they did not let reporters enter the boarding area, so in a joint work some scenes filmed in the scandal, another brought his lap-top scenes and sent over the Internet. What great technology!