Gay wedding/ Boday gay

Last weekend I went to a wedding in the middle of Spain, in Cáceres, where you can find one of the most beautiful historical towns.

I went there four days after comig back from New York, not knowing where I was or what for. I met some friends I had not seen for a year, and I danced and cried and ate and drank and flirt, in an outdoor night wedding next to a medieval castle, with flowers scattered all around, and a fountain, and lovely live music, and a great video that my brother made for the grooms, and beautiful speeches . The theme was The wizard of Oz and on every table there was the name of a movie to identify yours. Even when I still hate weddings in general, framing myself in the usual affected wedding mood, it was a great wedding. Despite the fact of it being a very expensive posh one. ( I told you, I don't like weddings)

I asked my friends if it was going to happen what usually happens to me in the gay weddings of my male gay friends: all guys are gay, all girls are straight...In the end it was a mixture of people, and I was more interested in sharing time with my friends, who I left here last August,than in anything else. However, when my brother was booking a room for me in the very posh hotel I told him to put somebody in the room with me to share the cost, and his answer was "Sorry, we all come in couples". And I said " Excue ME"

So there I was, for two nights... no, for one night and a half, in the big room of a posh hotel, on my own. I never go to posh hotels, unless I am with the band, and then there is two or three of us in each room. I told my brother I wanted to change the hotel for the youth hostel in town: it was 50 euros difference and, at least, you can go to the main hall and there is always somebody wanting to chat, but he persuaded me to stay there with the rest of the group. The group that shared a room with their partners in their expensive rooms next to my lonely bed.

I am used to go places on my own, particularly after NY. And I go places and I meet people. I am not obssesed about finding a partner, it somehting that happens, but I think about true love. My brother says I am just naive and stupidly innocent. Not so long ago, I developed a crash on a teacher, and it was great, because it was just a simple naive innocent honest thing with no intention of anything beyond, and it reminded me that sometimes, you meet somebody and something tickles inside you; it reminded me that there is always the chance that you might still meet that person that makes your eyes sparkle. It reminded me that love is something different from the guy that you pick up on a bar one night or the silly chats you have when you flirt with somebody that is ok and could be something, but who does not really matter.

I could not avoid feeling a bit odd. The odd number in between the even group of happy couples. An odd person in an odd place with odd clothes. I don´t have the type of clothes you wear in a posh wedding where people wore exclusive designer clothes. My concert clothes are winter clothes and are not so flashy and desginer like. I have a much better time in a burningman event, sleeping in a tent where my cajon and me don´t fit together, or at a BM party dressed like Isis wearing a couple of wings. I should have gone there with my Isis wings. But, instead a wore this old-fashioned top that my mum had made for me 15 years ago and fixed for me, and this nice skirt that is elegant but did not quite go with the top., and sandals because my nice concert shoes were coming from NY in a box...

So there I was, dressed a bit odd and not caring about it, which was also odd; feeling a bit odd; looking at places in an odd way like if I had just arrived from another planet...And then I realised that the oddity really came from inside, from something that was struggling not to die, like a big odd fat warm biting big chunks of something in my stomach.

And it´s all because, even when I am absolutely over the moon sharing time whith my friends and the people I love, NY hurts.

Missing friends/ Echando de menos a los amigos

Another year, I stayed in New York for Christmas.
I spent Christmas eve alone. I was going to a bar but it did not work out in the end. Then on Christmas day I was at home and went to have dinner to a colleague's house, with two other colliagues. Nice people, nice food...very nice :D

First I was a bit sad, because all my friends were going away. Until on Monday night, a friend of mine came to visit, because she had some things here she needed to take to Spain the following day.


This friend actually lives in my ex-aparment, because she got a very good priced apartment in the Lower East Side. But the woman who owns the place is a Santera witch, and she could not cope with the vodoo dolls. Everytime I move a book I find a rosary attached to a bone, a lock of hair attached to a small pergamine... Not to talk about the three rabbits frozen in my fridge...I swear I thought it was a cat the first time I openend the freezer :D
I asked M., my friend, to bring the spare key, to be able to go to the apartment to get my mail, because, of course, it was too much to take it to school and bring it over.

So finally, she comes to my place to get her things, me in a happy land after smoking and having had a beer,and suddenly she realises she has forgotten her key in school. That means she can not go home to get her stuff to go to school and then to the airport.
So at 11:00 at night, with 20F ( -8C) outside, I got dressed and we went to my ex aparment, quite far away. We were trying to get security to use a master key. So finally, I tell them I did not use the upper dead lock, and he says " Go to the apartment, we'll send somebody".
And there comes this guy, drunk,. with a big metal bar and tries to break into my house. But it did not work, because the dead lock was on. When we asked him he said " I have no master key"

11:30 at night, even colder now, we go down to the coner Deli and ask the guy if they know about a locksmith. Then a man says " You just have to drill it out", and another, probably on something, very nicely , says "I can take you to my door, there is al ocksmith sticker" So there we go through the snows of Harlem looking for the phone of a locksmith that never happenened to come.

And we came back to my place. She sorted it out the following day.
I said, "when you leave, do not lock the bottom lock, lock the upper one, because I have that key, so I can go a get my post". But no, no luck, she did not do it, and she left her key in another part of the city, far from my new house, far from my old house...to the end of Queens

So, when she left, I said...maybe, it is not so bad to sepend some time on my own...maybe I am not going to miss all my friends that much :D
IT'S A LIE!!! I LOVE YOUUUU AAAALL!!! I MISS YOU LOTS!!!
LOTS OF KISSE AND HUGS!!!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!

Otro año, y me quedé en Nueva York por Navidad.
Pasé la nochebuena sola. Iba air a un bar, pero al final no surgió. y el día de Navidad me quedé en casa, y luego por la noche fui a cenar a casa de una com`pñaera de trabajo con otras compañeras. Gente agradabele, comida agradable... muy agradable :D

Primero estaba un poco triste, porque otdos mis amigos se volvían a Expaña. ahsta el lunes por la noche, cuando una de mis amigas vino a visitarme, porque tenía algo en mi casa que necesitaba llevarse a España al día siguiente.

En realidad, esta amiga mía ahora vive en mi ex-casa, porque encontró un apartamento a precio de ganga en el Lower East Side, sitio molón de New York donde los haya. Pero la dueña de la casa es una rbuja santera, y fue demasiado para ella. Cada vez que muevo un libro, me encuentro un rosario atado a un hueso, un mechón de pelo atado a un pergamino...por no hablar de los tres conejos congelados que había en mi congelador, que juro que la primera vez que lo abrí pensé que eran gatos.

Le pedí a M, mi amiga, que me trajese la llave de sobra de la casa para coger my correo, porque, por supuesto, era demasiado para llevarlo al colegio y traerlo luego a casa.
Así que al final, llega a mi casa a coger sus cosas, yo en mi mundo feliz después de haber fumado y haberme tomado una cerveza, y d repente se da cuenta de que se ha dejado su llave en el colegio.
Eso significaba que no podía ir a casa a hacer el equipaje antes de irse a España al día siguiente.
Así que a las once de la noche, con ocho grados centígrados bajo cero fuera, me visto y nos vamos a mi ex-apartamento bastante lejos de donde vivo ahora. Intentamos que los de seguridad usaran una llave maestra o algo para abrirnos la puerta. Al final, conseguimos que nos mande a alguien porque el cerrojo de arriba no está echado, solo la llave de en medio. Nos dice " Id al apartamennto que ahora os mando a alguien"
Y aquí que llega este tío, todo borracho, con una palanca de hierro gigante, y se pone a apalancar la puerta. Pero no funcionó, porque el cerrojo de enmedio también estaba echado. Cuando le preguntamos, dice " No tengo niguna llave maestra"

Las once y media de la noche, con más frío todavía, bajamos al deli de la esquina a preguntar a ver si saben de un cerrajero. Un tío dice " Solo necesitas un taladro", y otro, que se había metido algo, pero supermajo, dice " En la puerta de mi casa hay una pegatina de un cerrajero" Y allá que vamos, a través de las nieves de Harlem, intentando buscar el teléfeno de un cerrajero que nunc apareció.
Y volvimos a mi casa, y solucionó su viaje al día siguiente.
Le dijé " cuando te vayas, no cierres las llave de enmedio, porque yo tengo una copia de la llve de arriba para ir a coger el correo" Pero no, no hubo suerte, no lo hizo Ha dejado su llave a una compañera suya que vive lejos de donde vivo ahora, lejos de donde vivía antes...a la otra punta de Queens.

Así que cuando se fue, pensé...tal vez no etá tan mal pasar unos diítas con una misma...tal vez no voy a echar de menos tanto a tod@s mis amig@s.
¡¡ES MENTIRA: OS QUIEEEEEROOOOO.....OS ECHOOO DE MENOOOOSSSS!!!
¡¡MUUUCHOS BESOOOOOS!!!
:D ¡¡FELICES FIESTAS!!