Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else
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Muy Caliente Ano Nuevo Fiesta
Sand in my hair and in my ears, I throw myself next to two random men on some European beach. !Hola! Feliz A�o Nuevo! I say. "Y tu!" they respond and offer me stale champagne and some sandwiches. We dine and watch the rising sun. Fed, I get up, we exchange European kisses, and I stroll off down the beach. Hours earlier, I spent the New Year�s party at the claimed "third best club in the world". I dined on lobster, food I had no idea how to consume, things that under normal circumstances should not be allowed to be edible. I swallowed it down with the best wine. Comes around midnight, the tables were removed; the place turned into a big European disco. I drag a new found friend and drunkedly, I point at a random man�s butt: I approve! I shout. He asked me to dance and I danced the best way I possibly could: with our lips permanently locked to each other. For the few rare moments we were not attached in some way, men would approach me and ask me to dance that way too, I would pull my new "novio" towards me, kiss him, and say to those men: NO! no puedo! �l es mi novio. My "novio" would grin and nod, and the men would then shake his hand and congratulate him on being the lucky man. We separated at 5 AM to be reunited hours later on the train to his country. My sober conscious decisions were documented on the "hottest club night club in the world"�s website by their professional photographers. The website features some of my shots with the captions describing how their parties are "muy caliente." These shall be removed.
1:25 a.m. - January 05, 2010
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