[continued from yesterday's entry]
My blabberings, as I feared, have not done justice to the event. I'm not even sure a camera would have been much help. So much wonderful goofiness, of a brand that mostly needs to be experienced in 3-D. Goofiness that could easily stand up to repeated viewings.
And during it all, some slightly-overblown dramas took place around me, mostly to do with overworked wait-staff fumbling the ball and impatient, even indignant responses from individuals at our table. Further goofiness, not worth itemizing.
I'd gotten minimal sleep the previous two nights, when the show finished up I was ready to totter home. The group took time and work to get organized and out the door, I decided to wait, make my exit when it wouldn't seem rude, precipitous. Once out in the street, half the women headed off into the night (post two-cheek kissing fest). The rest headed in my direction.
Me: tired, my Spanish-speaking skills beginning to suffer. I noticed two or three of the women talking quietly among themselves as we walked, laughing suspiciously, in classic girly fashion. One finally said to me, "¿Sabes que eres el único hombre con todas nosotras mujeres?" ("You know you're the only man with all us women?") Cracking up as she pointed it out. Me feeling like I'm suddenly back in the elementary school playground.
"Uh-huh," I say. "¿Y qué?" ("And what about it?") A tone of challenge in my voice. Had them falling about with laughter. All one can do in a scene like that is smile.
At the right moment I said good-night, kissed all available cheeks, disappeared in the direction of home and bed.
This life of ours: packed with entertainment.
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This morning in the barrio of Salamanca, Madrid:
Madrid, te quiero.
rws 11:46 AM [+]
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