My friends MR and FT are gay and activists for the cause. They lecture in schools, companies, write about homosexuality, the works. They are truly know-it-all on the subject.
On the gay parade last year, they were guests-of-honor, waving from the top of the car parade to the colorful crowd below.
When MR went down to smoke a cigarette she desperately run away from the camera, almost getting under a car to hide. Clueless, FT questioned her friend:
-Are you crazy MR? Everybody knows you are gay!
- I know that. But my mom will kill me if she finds out I’m smoking again.
It was me. K, D, F and H sharing a huge old apartment.
On Saturday afternoons we threw Mojito Parties that breaked audience record each time.
Everyone slided in the living room doing traditional or sideways moonwalks, spins, flips or flops and whatever else they invented.
We never knew if the boldness of our moves were from the many liters of mojitos or from the water and soap we used to throw on the floor.
When I was 4 years old, me and two other cousins had a big birthday party altogether.
The theme was The Three Little Pigs and our party was thrown at our farm’s orchard on a sunny day.
Aunt I.M. thought it would be a wonderful idea to pop out from under the table in the middle of Happy Birthday song in a bad wolf costume.
Big mistake!
On Saturday heavy drinking mixed with light drugs turned a friendly get together into a party poured by the police.
This is my friend CS.
She’s hipster. A hipster that wears low-neck shirts.
I keep telling her that both thinks don’t go together.
She insists that she’s the Sexy Hipster kind.
One day the 8 year old son of a friend of mine arrived home with a drawing made in the classroom and a note from his teacher:
_Mr. Dad, can you please drop by at school so we can talk about this drawing your son has made?
The answer was with another note:
_Mrs. Teacher, before that could you please explain to me what the school canteen is serving as lunch?
Hello,
When I was born the comments of my first visitors at the hospital were all the same:
_Uh-oh…
I was premature, tiny tiny and pretty weird. But I really wanted to stick around.
And here I am 28 years later. Of course a lot has changed, but I still hear one or another comment like that when I release a premature idea, like this blog.