Last time I I went to the worst holiday of my life organized. It was basically an armed robbery heavier than any of the suburbs. The wave was so, it was a party organized by his students a faculty that were received as a reception. The entrance, a 80 soft handles under the illusion of open bar. It seemed a little sail, but was well within all, or so at least I imagined him to squat alligators I have in my wallet drop the dough. The budget bounded student is average in the same way that is half boluda Karina Jelinek.
question, I put on my suit, I get all sexy and formal and sent me to the joke, which incidentally was not the best room in the world .. not nearly. There was parking, but if it was the tail to get him there would still be trying to enter. I left him waiting in front of the alarm to sound at any time, although not one of those areas in which you can not go less than 60 km / h because you strive the wheels as you ride, it is not to make the banana and leave car anywhere with neon signs saying "Please rob me."
I enter the place, half the tables very close but well, I am calm and begin to eat snacks that were not bad, but could say that the sandwiches are not so wet my whim, I get the feeling that half grandmothers and it's all chewed up, yeah, nothing at all wavelengths. Meanwhile, a band played a touch of jazz ambient place. I call the waiter and ask him a beer, I served in a glass clearly Tom Thumb used to take shots. Could not be smaller, which of course, I got tired of calling all the time to send you a refill, the issue was that there were so many waiters for the number of people who had, so I took my two droplets beer and waited 15 minutes for another two before the young man's refusal to leave the bottle so as not to be coming all the time, like Andrew. Ends
jazz band and enter a band playing reggae version of boleros, which made him cool. Bring the entrance, two colored pancakes, one green and one pink, I have no idea what you have got because they had less taste than a watery juice, filled with cold cream corn. Too bad. An attack command in bad taste to the palate. Meanwhile, the band that was playing someone from the audience invited to paint him sing, you see "Ruben Dario Virasoro" I wanted to play alone. The vague played very well the guitar, but singing as if they were killing cats in your throat, cool.
and came just when the main course, stuffed chicken breast bad cooked with a hint of vegetables. Great. At least, meanwhile, appeared a odalisques what he lacked in good body compensates with wild movements of the hips. Enough for me, I realized that I am very easy, tell me that you dance Arabic, and I am entirely yours.
they were about to remove the dish, drop the boy and leaves a laminated piece of paper, looked at him and said price list obviously did not understand, technically, for 80 mangoes, Corrientes, I expected at least a foot massage me while I Peacock sautéed in butter with tower pampas picked by the pope. But I'm satisfied with a good meal and open bar. Pato
: Che loco what's up this? Mozo
: From now on if they ask for something, they pay me and I will bring.
Pato ( With surprised face as if he had suddenly appeared Spiderman, danced a polka and gone to the cry of "They're all fucking!" ) Are you going to say that the only thing that included the entrance was a deli food crummy and Ruben Dario singing "Surviving? Mozo
: Eh ... yeah.
Already with a touch of ass face I ordered a beer, then another, and another, and so suddenly the party was good, until we lit all the lights at 5:15 pm I turned around and grilling .
Sorry for the delay in posting, I am on the final straight and I have to pass exams on themselves or each other.
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