Last Friday, we three could have a meeting. Loco, Rick and me, spent the evening speaking about us, up-dating our lives. We were first in “El Café Comercial”, in Bilbao. We have some drinks there and then we emigrated to “Centro Asturiano”. That place seemed like a retirement’s bar or something similar. Here we started to drink seriously, thing that it hadn’t had happen ever because Loco and me are not habitually drinkers.
Then, we went to fashion-chic-alternative pub in Alonso Martinez. It was very surprised to me to see it had beds!! I don’t remember the name and probably I won’t return as though its mojitos were delicious. The more I go out in Madrid, the more I realize how different is (more modern and sophisticated, more expensive and exclusive). In this place, Rick offered us to have a supper in his house because he was alone and had a good ham and chorizo. Well, Loco and I accepted and in the way we entered in an Irish Pub, we drank a half pint of stout and a shot of whiskey. That was the worst act in all evening.
Laurita was waiting us near Rick’s apartment. We had enjoyed her to come. Anyway, during this time, I didn’t feel so well, and when we arrived at the flat, I didn’t want to eat anything. In deed, I started to vomit. I felt so sick so I considered returning to house because I didn’t like to have a charge for anyone. Finally, I arrived home soon without problems although I had liked to have finished this meeting in another way: earlier and soberly.
Well, I think this experience must be written because these meetings are being more and more scarce. Our lives are different and even more and more distant but ...
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