Friday, January 15 2010
Today, we celebrated Diego’s 20th birthday. His actual birthday is at the end of December, but as everyone had already left for vacation, we decided to celebrate late. In keeping with the birthday tradition that has developed, we had to do botellon (buying alcohol and drinking with a group of friends rather than at the bars) in our apartment and bake a cake.
Diego and Kathleen came by and we headed to Mercadona to buy some food and booze. On the way, Ionut met up with us and we stopped at Diego’s mom’s pub to say ‘hi.’ As in typical Spanish fashion, we ended up staying for a few hours. During a second round of pool, suddenly I remembered a bet that Ionut and I made the last time we played. The terms were: if he won, I had to help clean his car for two hours; if I won, he had to dress like a woman one night. Incidentally, we both lost a game and both had yet to fulfill our end of the bargain. This seemed like a good night for a transvestite.
After a quick run to Mercadona (finally), and the gang at my apartment – Alex, Charlotte, Kathleen, Diego, Ionut, and even Drew- the festivities commenced with drinks, home-made tapas, and cross-dressing. A very reluctant Ionut followed Diego and me into my room to change. And we really took advantage: dress, bra stuffed with socks, tights, boots (the only shoes of mine he could fit into), jewelry, scarf, and make-up, the whole nine. We could not stop laughing. He was a real trooper: posing for pictures, letting us go all the way with the make-up (I’m talking eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and all). The thing was, I think he got a little into it. Icing on the cake: after I rubbed his cheeks with blush, he took one look in the mirror and said, “but you can’t really see it.” My lord, the blackmail I could do with the photos we took…
A few days before, Alex and I got the bright idea to make Diego special brownies for his birthday. Great idea, in theory. Unfortunately what transpired was not theoretical. A short time after munching on some hot delicious, brownies, I realized we had munched our way through the entire pan. Uh oh. The short version: after an incessant bout of giggles followed by a voracious appetite, came a seemingly-unending and intense full body experience (or out-of-body experience?). Some drama, philosophical talk, more drama, and fifteen hours of sleep. Buenas noches, Albox.
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HAHAHAHA!!!! Its was very hilarious and funny experience reading this post...Got to remind our college days.
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