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Pilar's birthday is not celebrated in a normal way, like most normal people. It was more like a feast of several days, type Easter, Semana Santa, or Christmas. The reason I say this is very simple: we did several celebrations, because one of the few dogmas of faith that we have maintained throughout our history together has always been to not mix, or drink, or friends, or family . That philosophy

forced us to keep the custom of celebrating the birthday in several phases. If the February 28 fell on a normal day on weekdays The ceremony was held most dear, their parents, Sergio when he arrived, and I eat at home, the resulting cake or cakes, and gifts. The gifts, it is understood that he did his parents and I, because the rest of the family made them the first weekend I had after the actual birthday.

A Pilar loves to make gifts. It was impossible to hide the joy I felt when someone gave him something wrapped in gift paper. I have not met another person who enjoyed both opening envelopes. Laughed with enthusiasm, like a little girl, discovered what they discovered inside the package. Grateful with the same smile a fashion watch, bag, or a gadget for massaging the neck. Well, this latest monstrosity, I gave myself (who else could give other nonsense like that?), The fact is that eventually returning, because the first one came out ronchones massage in the neck that took several days to disappear. He could be all day investigating, asking one and all what was going to fall, and even looking in the cupboards to see if he discovered the packages. Once I discovered doing this, and turned red as a tomato. On another occasion, he discovered what was inside the package shaking. Pilar was, in short, an expert on the subject gifts. Always very grateful, it was a pleasure to give him anything, anything silly. She was smiling and happy as if he had given the world's most famous diamond.

's birthday, February 28, the phone began to ring first thing in the morning, and did not stop throughout the day. It was incredible. His family called just about everyone. I had never seen anything like it. Accustomed as I am to my birthday pass unnoticed, Pilar hallucinating when I saw all day glued to the phone, with that smile and that goodness always showed when talking to someone. Not only received calls family. Friends, neighbors, coworkers ... Everyone remembered perfectly Pilar's birthday.

The following weekend celebrating the second part of the ceremony, with my family and sometimes their own if it was not able to celebrate the birthday itself. Was usually a luncheon or dinner, usually at home, with dishes prepared by Pilar, who was a great cook, as you know many of you, especially those who have had the opportunity to prove it. The celebration had just the same way as the official day, with the giving of gifts, if we could contain the excitement of Pilar. On many occasions we could, and Pilar was already opening presents before the guests finish their coats off.

One of the two days next weekend so we reserved to celebrate the birthday with friends. On this occasion, especially at the beginning, we used to be, on any terrace of El Pardo, a place we used to go well, influenced by Montse and her boyfriend, Javier, who quite liked that town. In recent years we managed to match two birthday celebrations, the Pilar and our friend Jose, who turns the years shortly after Pilar. I have very recent memory of the wonderful lunches and dinners we did Loli's house and Joseph, or ours, which went on until the wee hours of the morning, and in which we could not stop laughing for a single second, out at the expense of what was usually at the expense of the years met by Pilar and Jose. Loli quickly grabbed the hang of Pilar, and I can say with authority that the gifts that made him always loved.

He concluded with twenty Pilar birthday, no more, no less, and twenty keep some memory, some feeling, some joy or sorrow, if not at home, as has happened several times over the years in which worked outside of Madrid. An ephemeral worth, knowing full well that in order week would the mass celebration of the event. Have been twenty-filled birthday gifts, kisses, thanks, phone calls, cards, hugs and happiness. Were also twenty birthday full of flowers.

Pilar The first year I celebrated his birthday with me when we had just started dating, he managed to insinuate that he loved the orchids. That marked a practice that has endured to the end: the gift of flowers. The first orchid, which made its appearance on his birthday, on Valentine's Day, the day of Pilar and any other time that happened to me, gave way to the roses, mixed bouquets and on one occasion, a bouquet of tulips or not we lasted three days. At Christmas, there was always a poinsettia home, most of the time gained by his mother. The ritual was always the same: Pilar was thrilled to receive the bouquet, and after asking me get on the couch to catch the vase we had in the highest part of the library. A little water, and the branch head of the table for as long lasting. How to receive the bouquet was also almost always the same: the charge at the florist on call, and I sent home mid-morning, usually with my card in which he said one these sentences, more or less cheesy, which they say when presented a bouquet of flowers.

Wherever you are, Pilar, I want you to have a happy birthday.

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The hippo friend

We were young, mature, working, we both felt sueldecito (quite higher than that of Pilar as mine, I must say), we were starting a relationship ... But above all, and above all, we were dating, and you know that the couple, despite the above, do a lot of nonsense, "many tontunas" as we say our elders, and the story I will tell Today is just that, a tontuna, one of the "regression" for children who have only lovers. The newly in love, to qualify a bit more the issue. Surely all of you has ever happened something.

The case is also used to frequent quite VIPS Lopez de Hoyos located in the Lopez de Hoyos before crossing the M-30, a wide boulevard where you can park on drums if you're lucky to find the site. Not a day we entered VIPS not come up with some bullshit, either in book form, on a cassette tape (there were other times. There was no mp3 or anything resembling it) in the form of cd or in the form of that crap that only sell in the VIPS, light bulb-shaped piggy bag as safe and otyras many of which I can not remember, but if you go to a VIP you will know perfectly identified. The VIPS

Pilar suffered my first tendency to compulsive buying of books of all kinds. By then began his career Taschen book artists for a pittance, and when I did not I buy one of Magritte and Escher, Pilar gave me the next day. Pilar forgave me after a defect, over the years, disfigured me with that which characterized his kindness. If at first cheered, and even helped to feed this obsession mystical by the appearance and smell of printed paper, there came a time when every time you saw me come home with a book, she scolded me, mostly because every time we had less room in the house to put it.

But anyway, do not advance customs and attitudes that will come eventually and in this blog. One day, one of the VIP areas dedicated to all types of items (toys, cassettes American car-shaped cans, Coca-Cola who danced, outfits of lagarterana ...), appeared, hanging over our heads, a giant hippo light green, made from a kind of light canvas, more than a meter long and about one meter high. A mole, go with a more or less funny face by a huge plastic eyes that gave him a sympathetic look. On sight, Pilar gave an exclamation of admiration. The truth is, the early days, everybody was looking at the green hippo. Now it's very normal to see in toy stores tigers, giraffes and elephants oversized stuffed, but at that time was a novelty. We

enough time watching the monster, and every single time, Pillar said he was very nice. His expression became increasingly sad, or so it seemed to us. I guess it was because everyone was watching him, but nobody bought it, for their sheer size, coupled with the fact that the bug issue cost a whopping fifteen thousand pesetazas. A savage, but by then the Chinese had not swept the market of soft toys with good prices.

I think it was for his first birthday, or the day of Pilar, or simply because I crossed a cable, but the fact is that one day, a Saturday, I went to the Lopez de Hoyos VIPS to buy damn hippo. The worst thing was not releasing the fifteen thousand pesetazas (one fifth of my salary) but as soon as I shake his hand, or wait in the center of a circle of spectators to come down a couple of employees that mole with the aid ceiling of a ladder. Worse was to receive the hippo hands of those employees, take him in my arms, through the VIP under the smiling gaze of the privileged few who were there watching a hippo hippo lead to another under his arm and, above all, put it, literally pressure in the driver's seat of my Peugeot 205, providing a free show at all at that time strolling along the boulevard, which was enough because the weather was good that afternoon. On the way home in Pilar, a guard stopped me, and noting that he had taken by a passenger in a green dress with her head stuck to the windshield, was actually a huge hippo began to laugh for joy.

The second part came when I got off the car, grabbed the creature and, with her arms, I called my girlfriend's intercom. I prayed not to meet anyone, but just at that time had to give out, because six or seven neighbors chanted with grace my cuddly aspect of selling a home. Pilar was excited to receive the hippopotamus in his arms. Fortunately, its filling was very light, as we saw in the subsequent occasions on which the bug Irlo gave for dropping, and could handle more or less well. Weighed little, but very bulky, and it was very difficult to cover it with your hands. After considering various options, Pilar decided to place it in a corner of his bedroom, as a piece of furniture. That's what it was. Furniture. A useless piece of furniture, because it was at the same, but no good for nothing whatsoever.

Pilar's initial enthusiasm cooled as it was I had to go changing the hippo place to access the different cabinets. Over time, the joy that had given us this bug was transformed into boredom in his presence. Especially at the beginning is beautiful, but so boring when seen beauty every day.

The hippopotamus regained some of its initial importance when Sergio began running around the house. He liked to run headlong into the Hippo even at the risk of break your neck if by chance failed path of destiny. I played with him, a so vehemently, that once tore one of his big plastic eyes. Thus began the decline of our beloved hippo.

never knew exactly what happened to our friend. We took him to Granada, to an apartment we bought in 91, and when we sold the flat, back in 2000, our poor hippo was there. He had stopped liking for that of their huge size, but we dared not throw it openly, those of us who remember our beginnings as a couple and the joy with which we had received from us.

Anyway, everything flows, nothing stands still, and that at any given time can be made tontunas than later, to remember, arouse a smile.

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The man's coat Two

Apart from our adventures with octopus and Ribeiro, shortly after they started dating discover a new pub, located across the street Anastrepha, in near the Elkes. It was a rather large, full of isolated units, s dim enough for our taste, which was basically what we wanted, and music from the eighties, that will never die. We loved it. The first day it came out to greet the owner of the premises, a curious individual, like Jose Luis Uribarri, but on a smaller scale. Must be measured as five feet or so, and almost always seen in a tuxedo or tailcoat, very elegant, something that does not jibe much with either the music or the aesthetics of the people who frequented the place, but hey, we liked, and we leveraged, as was our custom when we liked a particular location.

The bar was called "yuppies", "Chupi", or something, do not remember. It was in that pub where, just a couple of weeks after they started dating, Pilar felt the need to come clean with me and told me he had some relationships before ours, which thanked him for the outburst of sincerity he had to tell me, but I really do not mind at all. I also told him my previous engagements sublime and pathetic, laugh a bit, and we forget for ever the subject. I was positive that we had both had previous experience, because he helped us to better match each other almost from the outset.

we were, confessing love for each other's dabbling into the world again, when Uribe thumbnail approached our table. "How about, chicosss?. " Pronounced it as well, expanding the "s", like those radio announcers seem to hiss when they talk. After praising the excellence of our local and comfort of their sofas, the man seemed to want to go into more depth, and asked us where we lived, that what we wanted more to drink, to which were our favorite snacks, a all of which were going to answer with our regular education (that's something we've always had Pilar and me, except when a surreal situation has forced us to lose my temper), and a smile from ear to ear. The good man, that was the height of kindness at first, and guess what he was doing was a market survey Burger king type, similar to those supermarkets where the cashier asks for your zip code, was distancing himself getting a little more as the place was filling it every customer later. Customers, to our surprise, we were getting younger.

never know what the man mosque of us. Might be the fact that Pilar and I throw all the holy week with a Coke each (which, incidentally, were quite cheap). Could be also, I have ever thought that our love gushing (enganchábamos us to each other in a hard kiss since we sat until we got up to leave, with occasional pauses necessary to give a drink a glass or eat a handful of appetizers) will appear soon from, especially if we consider the emerging increasingly gregarious youth and other clients, which gather in groups of at least five or six people. Could also be that this man was a kind of forerunner of today's gorillas do not let you go to a local hard you lacquer, and would like for your customers a much more striking aesthetics that after-normal dress that she wore Pilar and I, especially me. We do not know, nor ever know, but the fact is that, as time passed and weeks, we listen to this "How about, chicosssss?" so beloved of the early days, and the smile, the small Uribe came to a tense cold, of course, we had cared a damn if it had not been accompanied by a drop both the quality and quantity of the snacks that we personally served good man.

the beginning, which is why we decided that this was a good place to go, we took out bowls of potato salad, pickled anchovies, olives, peppers and anchovies on a piece of bread, and even bowls of cashews, fruit dry at that time began to be known for these payments, or so we thought. As that would cool the relationship disappeared snacks. Another reason I can think of for the small Uribarri began to swing the lead is actually already had a clientele, and never met the empty building, even, and that's a merit to his credit, this pub , on weekdays, when the other venues were more sad and lonely a flamenco show at ten o'clock. Often the case with all bars and restaurants in the world have been. Have a period of rising and a falling, decay, "rise and fall", they say the English. That happens a lot with the restaurants that come the construction workers. Understandably, the owner of the premises, when it is full every day, the quality begins to drop, to get more pulp business. Commercial suicide I've never understood, but that usually occurs rather more frequently than desirable.

Anyway, cashews, potato salad and anchovies were replaced, without concern for a small plate of jobfish, not the best quality, precisely. The nature of those jobfish increasingly tempered, was directly proportional to the detachment of the owner, who completely stopped near our table. Our last days in that place we went, embraced, that of course taking the comings and goings of that sort of master of ceremonies, who enjoyed a spectacular rise in their business without giving a fuck older clients. The straw that broke the camel came one evening in which we put forward two coca-colas, no ice or lemon used to, and did not even deign to bring us the miserable jobfish rancid dish that we had already used (a s tough, said there). Pilar and I exchanged a glance, as always, we take the coca-colas nearly a drink, pay and went, in search of new horizons in which they could pick from a more abundant.

As was our custom, never returned to the pub "yuppie", "Chupi" or whatever it was called that place.

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Ribeiro and octopus

The next day, Pilar was presented with elegant white coat, and just let me kiss me. We held the arm and headed toward the street Zurbano, aimlessly, in search of a bar for drinks. Curiously, remembering now that we were not tired at all, although in that work both for almost ten hours a day, until seven or seven thirty in the afternoon. We did not care at all. Stayed all day and we were running for Santa Engracia area and surrounding streets, because the area where he worked Pilar, Viso Colony, was quite deserted pubs and bars to eat.

Zurbano discovered in a pub near the British embassy, \u200b\u200bI believe. We sat down and asked for something to drink, while Pilar told me that he had found work quickly in the face that I was dating someone. "Maite, just me, told me: you look so happy today." Pilar was very expressive, all who know it know very well. You could tell right away, without saying anything, if I was mad, happy, radiant, sad or just bored. While telling me that, his face reflected exactly the same speech that he had discovered the same day Maite this morning. He enjoyed recalling the time his partner had discovered he had something to tell. Finally, he had been obliged to explain, and told his companions that he was dating a very nice guy.

By now, after more than two months together, we knew almost everything about each other, at least in circumstances related to work, family and leisure. It was time to know a little better, but the truth is that the first few days we talked very little, if anything. We fused in endless kisses and cuddles, as if we lost time. Pilar

I took one of those early days, an afternoon in which I had taken the car to a bar that still exists, "Elke's" Anastrepha street, a place where some juices prepared death in giant goblet, with ingredients you like. It is curious that many of our friends at that time and later responded with "Ah, yes, Elke's" when they talked about the bellyful of us we took a juice every other day too. If we were still hungry, we got into a chest and back between cruassán stuffed with ham and cheese in a coffee shop located a little further up the street.

Other times we stayed in the area of \u200b\u200bCanal de Isabel II, and more specifically in a bar owned by a couple Galician located on a street perpendicular to Santa Engracia. The history of this bar is rather curious. Normally, only ourselves, to about seven or seven and a half, we went to a pub, for a couple of Cokes and a few beers, and about ten, ten and a half and sometimes even eleven o'clock at night, I performed in the aforementioned bar, hungrier than a couple of wolves, to ask us, and this I think was from the first day, a serving of octopus Galicia.

At first, the woman, who was the one who cooked, made no gesture, but to repeat the move for three or four days, began to show his annoyance, I guess that having to go to prepare a plate of octopus Galician so late at night, and a weekday, in addition, where normally the place was empty or the last customers. I remember I felt some remorse, for the increasingly overt gestures of annoyance of the woman, but because we loved the octopus Galician, we returned each day. "Good evening. Two Ribeiro and Galician octopus, please, "was our greeting to her husband-indeed did not know if they were husband and wife, but as ninety percent of the premises run by Galician is that the custom, we decided that that bar was not going to be less. The husband then looked at his wife, with loops of lamb and a smile on his lips, and that was when she snorted, very light the first few days and then brazenly. It took little to prepare the diet of squid, let us devour it, without exchanging barely a word, not between us or between such intimate partner. We finished drink up the wine, we paid religiously, and even the next day. Once, as he started the car, I watched through the mirror that the couple left the bar and missed the closing what I ended up conceiving the idea that they were really looking forward to going home to rest. Why do not we go to our daily meeting. The Galician octopus woman was preparing to death. So that what happened happened.

Pilar and I we did this as an anecdote, to justify how radical we become when something we do not add up. The fact is that one day, we arrived at the bar of Galicia, as so often, and as so often, we both Ribeiro and ration Galician octopus. The husband looked at the woman, as always, but this time, the good lady did not snorted, as was his custom. Smiled back, and we said "I have no octopus." Pilar and I felt that something was sinking beneath our feet. ! He had no octopus!. Without saying a word, we knew what we were both thinking. "As we go," he told the man. "How to be," said the woman. I have other things. Pork with turnip tops, knuckle with potatoes ... Today I prepared a pie scallops is death. " Nothing. No way. Although the dishes we that desperate women were named as good or better than the octopus, as we saw years later during our stay in Santiago de Compostela, we were so hurt at that time by not having our octopus have dinner, we left the room without any complex. And that was not the worst. The worst was never returned. Do not ask me why. I guess that produce stunning first days, months and years of dating in some cases, had much to do with that drastic decision, but the question is never returned to that bar, which to this day I do not know if it still completely exists.

It was a shame, because that octopus was death, I assure