hang over

Yesterday, Mr. Guillén decided to join Mr. James and friends for drinks after a quite sterssful week; turned out to be a great night as far as I can remember... martini glasses, blue lights, white leather chairs, steel, europeans, the marina, yatches, breeze... well deserved; but the huasteco within me, the Banda within the others and the reggae within Mr. James didn't go to sleep that night, after all that grey goose running through our bloodstream... so we decided to go to the trendy Passions... packed!... next!... we ended up at Red, which is still trendy but for the local crowd, and I did not have grey goose there, although I asked for it and pay for it, liquor was pretty bad, bad enough to get me in the dancing mood, which made me thirsty and so I drank more... what the hell!...ooops! wrong! As far as I can go back: I am dancing, everyone else is dancing, lights are loud, music is louder, cars passing by, Karina's purse is hanging from my shoulder while I dance (oh yes!), Mr. James knows, he is supposed to whisper to my ear "stop that this is not a gay bar" but he smiles, looks at his glass and drinks more... then I am in the car, later I am waiting for the gate to be unlocked... I am running upstairs because I need to use the bathroom... "wake up, it's 8:20, go shower" F#ck!

Against all odds

Well... I have a crying kitten behind me, ER on (and loud), Internet sucks up here and my baby is chewing ice... I will have to turn the kitten into my editor, wait until there is no more ice and the ER "there was nothing else we could do" scene comes along... Mr. James is complaining Mr. James.

This is my little Irma... my editor.

I am back baby!

This is my new blog (I even got the blog font!); after my success (kinda) on MySpace and moving back to Mexico, getting a job, working my ass off, adopting a kitten, gaining some pounds, getting to know the local cactii, losing some pounds, fighting three witches and decapitating two of them, finding a house, growing new grass, buying a car, dancing under the rain, taking the car to the shop, learning the business, going here and there, learning a new religion, missing my family, my friends, my in-laws, my dogs, my house, my bed!, my pillows, my neighborhood, and a long, crazy and horny etcetera, I am back to the writing business.

Well, I got it, now I gotta go back to work!