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.
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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