Souvenir workout I'm stealing this meme from me pal Juan because i want to. And because i feel my memory needs a workout.
10 years ago I was happily unattending classes at university. I was 22. I spent most of my weekend nights at El Sol, poisoning myself into a dancing bliss. I was neither fat nor thin. I drove a 1987 black Opel Corsa. I was planning my second trip to Canada.
5 years ago I was moody. Unhappy about many things, namely my job. My life soundtrack could've been Garbage's 'When I Grow Up'. I lived at a cooler than cool apartment in a cool luxury building that i still miss as one misses a long lost friend. The year, of course, was the highly confusing 2001.
A year ago I dragged my 8 month belly up and down the three stories of our then brand new home. I've moved 11 times, for the record. I was happy and slightly scared of the labour ahead, but otherwise doing fine and mellow. My life was starting to slide into the quietness that surrounded me for the next months.
Yesterday Spring sprung with the traditional sunshine-rain routine. I negotiated stuff at work. I got sick on my way back home. I attacked a particularly dangerous pile of laundry and cooked green beans with tomato and bacon for dinner. I played with Muffin who was cheerful and into random clapping. I talked to my friend Morgana and giggled while Bruno ate a pair of (clean and still wet) knickers knicked from the washing machine.
5 special places - Our sunlit sitting room on Saturday breakfasts - Québec in my mind - The Freeway Bar counter with Pat rolling her eyes over anything and serving us shots - Port Ripaille house (filed in memory under 'Holidays with LovelyV') - A movie theater right before the film starts
5 reasons for joy - Bruno smiling back - Sharing a laugh with Pablo - The beach - A recipe that turns out well - Getting a good hair cut
5 favourite toys - Laptop playing: Blogs, flickr, netmoms - DVD (now that it's broken i miss it inmensely) - Muffin's cement truck - Books - MP3 player
5 people i'm passing this on to - You - Arwen - Kurt - Dwalks - Amber
Hace diez años me emborraché sin querer, con tan mala suerte, que el pedo me duró cinco años. Fue entonces cuando decidí dejar la bebida. A continuación me ofrecieron un porro que tardé cuatro años en fumar. Hace un año dejé el tabaco y los porros, pensé, es mejor dejarlo antes de que me lo prohíban. Ayer fue el primer día sin parches, chicles, psicoterapia y tranquilizantes. No me acuerdo de donde estuve, me divierten las mezclas (pero me pongo fatal), juego con lo que no debería y se lo paso a todos aquellos que alguna vez me llevaron a casa.
