remember with particular affection the summer of 89, mainly for two reasons: first, that Pilar first came to the beach where I had spent almost Every summer since 1974 (states soon. From the age of twelve. All life), and second, we made our first trip together, four whole days to Salou.
The summer of that year appeared calm. My father had fully recovered from the stroke. Had thinned considerably, and did not smoke or allow others to smoke (I think by that time I was tolerant, but that certainly did not admit was that smoking in their presence). He was calm and happy, knowing that we were all awaiting him at all times, ready to satisfy their whims, these were minimal. My parents went to the beach as usual, in early summer, with my brother, who was still studying, and my sister, who was on the weekends. I appeared with Pilar in mid-July or August, in the only week we had could agree on vacation.
is curious, and sometimes complicated to introduce the girl you're dating a group of friends that I knew almost from wearing shorts. Occur in these situations sometimes slightly absurd, as happened also in our case. The typical lifetime friend, it is to have droit de seigneur, or something on your criteria, are allowed their say. For him, Pilar is a complete unknown, and assumes that to me is too. Allowed the luxury of enumerarte the girls you could have come out, and apparently have not done it all but because it gave you the win. Throw in your face Somebody's niece was twinkie or for your bones, and you did not the case. And tells you all that in the course of an eternal night, half soaked in alcohol, when Pilar has decided to go to sleep because I was really tired, and also on the beach hits a dip in voltage that causes an almost constant state of drowsiness. I guess that friend had been very happy if in a fit of lucidity, I had said to cries of "you're right, I do not know as I could throw me girlfriend no call ahead to ask for your approval. Right now I go home, wake her, break her, and I roll up with twinkie. " From what I did not realize my makeshift mentor, was such that twinkie was over me like the shit at some point in our lives, that their views did not interest me cheap, and that was so in love with Pilar that I wanted nothing more than to be with her. I realized that the next day, after that sad night that I realized that what really happened to my lifelong friend, was that I was slightly annoyed that I had missed girlfriend and not him.
Not everyone on the beach he was unfamiliar with Pilar. For those coincidences of life, had spent a week several years ago in Gandia, accompanied by her sister Montse and Nevis, which were so common on the beach could be me. That helped quickly enough to make friends with some people. However, there was a week what they say perfect, so I've told before. It was difficult even to me, mixing people from all life with the person they had decided to share my life in the future. Faithfully comply with all stages of what it means spending a few days on the beach. Morning lying in the sun, sand and coated with sporadic water courses, afternoon naps and reading, and nights out to Gandia, summer film in the sandwich hand, or nightclub. In those days the area highlighted by a named Hexagon macrodiscoteca worthy predecessor of all cod fishing maremágnun that years later expanded throughout the coastal area. Allen was a universe of music at full blast, lush vegetation, dance floors with terraces at different levels, and bars everywhere. It looked like a tropical jungle. Personally, I liked another club named Pampols, on the road to Oliva. Although it was much more cumbersome, without outdoor courts with a single track, and all fluids stained sofas impossible cataloging, music was much better, in the eighties style we liked almost all but the honorable exceptions that existed in all types of gangs. I think by that time, Pampols was already closed, so we had no choice but to go with all the Patulea Hexagon.
colored silk shirts impossible tweezers trousers, shirts of those black fishnet stockings, high heels impossible bright girls and boys ... paraphernalia surrounding night out at the club forced to wear a fashion that view today, I think we would vomit. Luckily, at that time, it was almost impossible to take pictures at night, because a good flash was not available to everyone, and in any case, they usually did not bring cameras to these places for fear that our sleeve. At the disco, Pilar passed it well, but without exaggeration. Bailamos very little, partly because the track could not be a pin, and also the music was deafening. I was curious to see what had changed about what I do the goat track. All I wanted was to sit quietly for a while with Pilar, drink up me Gin and Tonic Bloody Mary (I loved that combo. Someday I will tell you how well prepared it in a pub tucked Esquerdo Doctor), and talk in whispers divine and human. We then decided to return to the beach, when the night disco was in full swing. When we left, my friend complained coals Muermos what we had back, etc, etc. I let him talk, to vent, then Pilar and I said goodbye until the next day. We could not more. The next day we went down to the beach early. After a couple of hours down the other, and with glazed eyes and a terrible headache, told us how well it had gone with chis-chis pum-pum till nearly dawn. It's something I've never done all that well understood. Since I started out with Pilar, I completely removed the desire to go out there lobbing until the wee hours of the morning. And do not think it was by its influence. No. I rather think that change was due to a need for me to spend more time with her, without any external plugins. We have passed from death many times a night, but just chatting with friends about transcendental issues, usually related facts and events of other friends at that time were not present. I guess that's something that happens to everybody. When you're with a group of friends you do to enhance his friendship and to give birth to those who have the privilege to have you among his friends.
Another situation that occurred during the week of 89 was the inevitable trip to the movies of summer. Double bill, gravel floor carpeted with sunflower seed shells and tortilla sandwich remnants, independent chairs of wood and iron, which ended when the film was interesting, bar quenching its normal light and lit a dwelling when the film began , with needlework box office, usher entries that cut it wanted, to return the rest to heel and thus defraud the Treasury, runs and cries to get the best angle, beer or coca-cola on the floor (half of the time was poured), and film in rolls, sometimes burned, and sometimes became unintelligible because the operator was wrong and changed the order of the rolls. All that and much more (fights put next to the girl you liked, racing to "stable", a roofed corral area type, he fell a summer storm, funny comments out loud, sometimes applauded and others jokes), was the film "The Alamo." There was another film Charly ", but which had the upper hand was" The Alamo. " As a ritual, we were all one night, and put on the jacket, at about two o'clock (the first film started at about half past nine, and lasted nearly half an hour break, so echad accounts), Pilar and I took the opportunity to embrace and give warmth to each other. A memorable night.
In the next post I will tell you our trip to Salou.
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