A night to remember
Friday night we celebrated Dixie's bachelorette party. It wasn't a wild night, just a lovely dinner at her private home with a selected bash of her closest pals. Then we went out and danced into the summer until our feet remembered they didn't have wings. The rest of the weekend turned out to be extremely sad, but Friday was a night to remember, and here's a picture of headless Trix to prove it.

Wow
I'm in the new Blogger now. Let's see what else is new!

How to
Good morning, boys and girls. Today we're going to learn how to make the contents of one of my favourite words. This is the secret recipe to make a ginfizz. Although now that i think about it, those may be two words. Plus i've never had one in my life.

3 ounces gin

1 tablespoon superfine sugar

2 tablespoons lemon juice

1 tablespoon lime juice

3 or 4 ice cubes

Club soda

Combine all ingredients except the soda in a cocktail shaker and shake vigorously. Strain into a highball glass and fill with soda.
(Serves 1)

Well, i don't want anyone saying ambivalence isn't teaching you stuff every now and then.
Remember: Drink with glamour. It's your responsibility.
Happy new week.

Holly lifted her martini
Holly: "It's better to look at the sky than live there".*



Holly: "I don't want to own anything until i know i've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. but i know what it's like".*

* 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. By Truman Capote. Signet Books. 1958 edition.

It's certainly not flying
Middle of the week. Heat. Plans. Air conditioning. Expectations.
Is time going this slow for the rest of you?

Sea saw
Standing on the edge of a cliff must feel very similar to this. The wind is blowing on my face while i assume my new job with all its little unimportant and vital details. I hear the sea rushing towards the rocks and then i know a tide of uncontrolled thoughts is about to hit my stomach. I stay put, rearrange myself and look into the horizon. I watch the colours of a new daily existence and i whisper goodbye to the cruising boats. I also say goodbye to part of myself. To parts of other people that have made me be myself. I'm getting good at this, after all this time. I can smell the summer breeze and taste the salt on my arms. The flavour of fresh memories and old feelings. I look back, into the road ahead that took me to the edge of this cliff. It's long. And the grass, of course, looks much greener on the other side.

Stuff on my mind
There's a lot of stuff on my mind these days. Do you want to have a peep inside?

Heat. As in weather.

Shoes. I need red high heels. Urgently.

Phone. Talk to friends, return calls, get things solved.

Appartments. Tiny ones, for that matter.

Laptops. I want one.

Music. Always.

Writing. Poems and songs are the latest things i'm scribbling.

Weekend update
It's been a fun weekend.
Friday, dvd chez a friend.
Saturday, slept through parts of Matrix Reloaded.
Sunday, i saw more friends and i finished a drawing in my big white book.

Not until seven
The door was open a little before the scheduled time. I pushed it and entered the dimly lit bar. The waiter was on the phone and some unsuitable music was playing. I looked at the empty stage, with the pink neon sign glowing back to me. The waiter finished his conversation and smiled shyly. He guessed why i was there. He said "Tickets will be sold from seven o'clock, but if you stay here, i promess you'll be the first in line".

That was exactly one hour and a half spent sitting at the counter of a bar, reading a magazine, then a book, then the coaster under my nestea. I hadn't been alone for so long in a bar since i dated a bartender. Obviously. Take my advice. Never date a bartender. If you do, never wait for him to finish work at the bar. Ever. You get bored, you get jelous and you get drunk on your own. But i'm losing my point.

At seven, there was already a not too large group of people waiting, like me. The bartender told everyone who asked about the tickets that i was the first in line, so they gave me one of those looks that mean either you're incredibly cool or you are such a freak you've been waiting for an hour and a half to get tickets to see a songwriter perform. For the kazillionth time since you were 17.

Not really gone
I know what you're thinking. She's gone. She puts some pictures up, she writes ten words, she grins her ambivalent smile, but her mind is elsewhere. True. But i'm not gone. I don't have an easy Internet access anymore and i'm doing a lot of stuff that doesn't involve a modem. I take walks, i have long talks with friends, i schedule fun lunches, i take time to think and smell the roses, and then i work a little. I'm certain my ambivalent moments will come back on a regular basis soon and that's why i'm not stressing over it. Once again, bare with me. I'm looking for an appartment that might as well be a shoe box. I'm dealing with emotions i hadn't even heard of before. I'm scared and excited, i'm worried and mistrusting, but i'm also confident and sunny. And i haven't mentioned the heat that's isolating this city from its inhabitants. Jesus. Is it September yet?

Mum's birthday
It was mum's birthday last Sunday. We had a paella at the Mountain Family back garden. Some friends came over. It was a sunny day and we even had live music after lunch. All days should be have this shining flavour in spring.
P.S.: Pss... Do you want to see one of the presents?

Loving the Friday

1. How many times have you truly been in love?
I don't know. I fall in and out of love every day.

2. What was/is so great about the person you love(d) the most?
I don't know if that person exists, as in 'the most'. And i'm not sure this should be expressed in the past tense. I've loved and i still love the same people. I love Tom's loyalty beyond storms, Jay's disguised vulnerability, Pau's spontaneous ways, Nick's soul mate quality...

3. What qualities should a significant other have?
Commitment. Passion. Ability to laugh, talk, listen and dance.

4. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
Everybody has. If they've lived a little.

5. If there was one thing you could teach people about love, what would it be?
Don't you ever give up if it feels right.

Just a thought
So it's June.