The Christmas of 1989 marked a before and after in our way of celebrating this event so outstanding. Until then, such as Pilar and I had the habit of leaving on the evening of New Year, a large mass parties in clubs, or those organized by the Faculty of Medicine at the Hospital on October 1. That year, as I will tell later, we ended up with this habit.
Our relationship was still young enough to have dinner together every night above with your family or mine. This practice the acquired several years later, when we started living together. That year we just phone us the night Christmas Eve, and ourselves, to go to the movies, the evening of Christmas Day. The rest of the party enjoyed a few days of vacation, and we do, like two children, to visit the landmarks of Madrid at Christmas, as the various births that are placed everywhere and especially Cortylandia that at that time still worthwhile.
As the days passed was accumulating in our bodies, especially mine, the fat in marzipan, polvorones, candies of all flavors, and sweet of doubtful origin, involved, however, in bright papers colors. Visits to the Plaza Mayor, where two cousins \u200b\u200bPilar, Sonsoles and Roman, assembled a post cribs every year, chocolate con churros at any coffee shop in the area (except in San Ginés. It's something I will never understand: the fame that has this facility when the chocolate is by far the worst served in Madrid , their churros starving, and the atmosphere always disagreeable. On top of what you served in plastic cups, for the love of God!), compulsive buying all kinds of gifts and handicrafts which are very good in the corresponding position but fatal over television in your home, and all that, ultimately, is usually made at Christmas. Needless to say, the extra pay that year flew like a charm so much out and buy absurd, but we did not care, because we were happy as a worm, and the lights and insistent jingle told us nothing was wrong, it was Christmas, and had to spend.
Serve all the above as a kind of irony about our attitude toward Christmas. That first year we did not know yet in detail. We were groping each other, and sometimes we callábamos our opinion, prudence, and above all, respect for others. The truth is that we never liked Christmas. Apart from the cold and rain, something that deeply hated Pilar, Christmas has always been seen as a shameless and wasteful trade event. We began to enjoy something When Sergio was small, and we brought to the parade, the cribs or any other place intended to kids, but even in those moments cost us enjoy. Pilar always said it was absurd that spirit of warmth, cheerfulness, love of neighbor, when the rest of the year people would continue to be given stab. We enjoyed a family, yes, the dinners and meals together, recalling stories of childhood and remembering, and that is the saddest moment of the year, to the loved ones who were no longer with us. Christmas always meant, both for Pilar and me, a mood close to exhaustion, the saturation commercial and sadness. We have tried, every year, making a break between parties, by the thing off for a few days of collective madness that grips us from near September, when they begin to appear on the shelves of nougat Carrefour.
That year, the last night of the year had a special development because, as I said above, was the latest in a first stage and a different one. We met some good friends, Maricarmen, her boyfriend Emilio, my cousin Juan Antonio and Maise, his girlfriend at the time, with the intention of seeking a place to get us. We rejected the whole idea of \u200b\u200bapproaching the party organized by medical students on October 1. We were saturated with alcohol jug, Brazilian music late mousetrap, slippery with sweat of the dancers compulsive party blowers, garlands and streamers. That year, thanks in part to our purchasing power (well, this is a joke), we had raised go to any club in the area of \u200b\u200bOrense, in consolidated lovebirds plan. Another reason I had forgotten that we do not like going to 1 October, was also no longer needed to go to the desperate search link, the main reason we were motivated in previous years.
After several turns, peeled cold, hands in coat pockets, half fart because of champagne and glasses of wine we had drunk in the respective family dinners, stomach ravaged due to the mixture of pork , red cabbage, polvorones, dried apricots and figs stuffed with nuts, we decided to finally put us in the first that put us ahead. I remember that it was La Nuit, or any of that ilk. We were under no illusion. Finally we would enter into a suitably conditioned, to listen to good music and have a glass of alcohol brands. Well, when we were told the price of admission, I think it was Juan Antonio, and Marianne, who asked innocently "six?", whereupon the box office, who chewed gum and wore glasses with bottle glass of ass is literally Descojonado us and told us "how the six? For beard, bearded man. " When doing a certain grace, I hinted "apiece? So women do not pay ", the blockbuster stopped laughing, and without any consideration we snapped" If you're not going to come, come, lightening, there are people waiting. " We look behind us, and it was absolutely true. Tail, a hundred yards, reached the corner. Another aspect that was discouraged that the majority of the members making up the tail were lacquer to the tabs, just released their coats, their leather shoes, lace blouses and silk ties. We remained faithful to our normal after-aesthetic that had always characterized us in jeans, wool sweaters those horrible vertical twists that we bought our mothers, an act of torture by which today the law of least in hand, should meet several months' sentence.
The things got ugly. We were bored of spinning, and we were not willing to spend a fortune for a night for us and was starting to mean nothing. Pilar then started as savior, and he proposed to go home to play cards and watch television. His proposal acted as a balm on our consciences. We agreed quickly, and within half an hour we were under cover, sipping a drink in the comfort of home. I do not remember if Pilar's parents were asleep or had gone to spend the night house Elipa cousins, but the fact is that we pass from death. The following year, even we set out on the street. For us it was over the sweet tradition of going to be cold, to spend and take a gander pasta shit at least you lasted a couple of days and kept you from enjoying the New Year concert directed Von Karajan in Vienna (which also has always seemed a tacky shows, I have to admit), and the traditional New Year's meal composed of remains of last night's dinner.
Our relationship was still young enough to have dinner together every night above with your family or mine. This practice the acquired several years later, when we started living together. That year we just phone us the night Christmas Eve, and ourselves, to go to the movies, the evening of Christmas Day. The rest of the party enjoyed a few days of vacation, and we do, like two children, to visit the landmarks of Madrid at Christmas, as the various births that are placed everywhere and especially Cortylandia that at that time still worthwhile.
As the days passed was accumulating in our bodies, especially mine, the fat in marzipan, polvorones, candies of all flavors, and sweet of doubtful origin, involved, however, in bright papers colors. Visits to the Plaza Mayor, where two cousins \u200b\u200bPilar, Sonsoles and Roman, assembled a post cribs every year, chocolate con churros at any coffee shop in the area (except in San Ginés. It's something I will never understand: the fame that has this facility when the chocolate is by far the worst served in Madrid , their churros starving, and the atmosphere always disagreeable. On top of what you served in plastic cups, for the love of God!), compulsive buying all kinds of gifts and handicrafts which are very good in the corresponding position but fatal over television in your home, and all that, ultimately, is usually made at Christmas. Needless to say, the extra pay that year flew like a charm so much out and buy absurd, but we did not care, because we were happy as a worm, and the lights and insistent jingle told us nothing was wrong, it was Christmas, and had to spend.
Serve all the above as a kind of irony about our attitude toward Christmas. That first year we did not know yet in detail. We were groping each other, and sometimes we callábamos our opinion, prudence, and above all, respect for others. The truth is that we never liked Christmas. Apart from the cold and rain, something that deeply hated Pilar, Christmas has always been seen as a shameless and wasteful trade event. We began to enjoy something When Sergio was small, and we brought to the parade, the cribs or any other place intended to kids, but even in those moments cost us enjoy. Pilar always said it was absurd that spirit of warmth, cheerfulness, love of neighbor, when the rest of the year people would continue to be given stab. We enjoyed a family, yes, the dinners and meals together, recalling stories of childhood and remembering, and that is the saddest moment of the year, to the loved ones who were no longer with us. Christmas always meant, both for Pilar and me, a mood close to exhaustion, the saturation commercial and sadness. We have tried, every year, making a break between parties, by the thing off for a few days of collective madness that grips us from near September, when they begin to appear on the shelves of nougat Carrefour.
That year, the last night of the year had a special development because, as I said above, was the latest in a first stage and a different one. We met some good friends, Maricarmen, her boyfriend Emilio, my cousin Juan Antonio and Maise, his girlfriend at the time, with the intention of seeking a place to get us. We rejected the whole idea of \u200b\u200bapproaching the party organized by medical students on October 1. We were saturated with alcohol jug, Brazilian music late mousetrap, slippery with sweat of the dancers compulsive party blowers, garlands and streamers. That year, thanks in part to our purchasing power (well, this is a joke), we had raised go to any club in the area of \u200b\u200bOrense, in consolidated lovebirds plan. Another reason I had forgotten that we do not like going to 1 October, was also no longer needed to go to the desperate search link, the main reason we were motivated in previous years.
After several turns, peeled cold, hands in coat pockets, half fart because of champagne and glasses of wine we had drunk in the respective family dinners, stomach ravaged due to the mixture of pork , red cabbage, polvorones, dried apricots and figs stuffed with nuts, we decided to finally put us in the first that put us ahead. I remember that it was La Nuit, or any of that ilk. We were under no illusion. Finally we would enter into a suitably conditioned, to listen to good music and have a glass of alcohol brands. Well, when we were told the price of admission, I think it was Juan Antonio, and Marianne, who asked innocently "six?", whereupon the box office, who chewed gum and wore glasses with bottle glass of ass is literally Descojonado us and told us "how the six? For beard, bearded man. " When doing a certain grace, I hinted "apiece? So women do not pay ", the blockbuster stopped laughing, and without any consideration we snapped" If you're not going to come, come, lightening, there are people waiting. " We look behind us, and it was absolutely true. Tail, a hundred yards, reached the corner. Another aspect that was discouraged that the majority of the members making up the tail were lacquer to the tabs, just released their coats, their leather shoes, lace blouses and silk ties. We remained faithful to our normal after-aesthetic that had always characterized us in jeans, wool sweaters those horrible vertical twists that we bought our mothers, an act of torture by which today the law of least in hand, should meet several months' sentence.
The things got ugly. We were bored of spinning, and we were not willing to spend a fortune for a night for us and was starting to mean nothing. Pilar then started as savior, and he proposed to go home to play cards and watch television. His proposal acted as a balm on our consciences. We agreed quickly, and within half an hour we were under cover, sipping a drink in the comfort of home. I do not remember if Pilar's parents were asleep or had gone to spend the night house Elipa cousins, but the fact is that we pass from death. The following year, even we set out on the street. For us it was over the sweet tradition of going to be cold, to spend and take a gander pasta shit at least you lasted a couple of days and kept you from enjoying the New Year concert directed Von Karajan in Vienna (which also has always seemed a tacky shows, I have to admit), and the traditional New Year's meal composed of remains of last night's dinner.
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