This weekend I recovered the habit of leaving for Madrid at noon rods.
was a good opportunity, as it celebrated the "top Contest," which consisted in a round for a few selected bars in the capital and try the top star. Top + cane 2 €.
We set MC and me, map in hand to make the round.
Obviously we missed several times, ( MC, you and I to Beijing Express does!) until we find the first bar where we could try one of the tops star.
(We had gone to someone else, but either beer was over (!) or who chose the top prize they were exhausted). Total
, we got into the body a few crumbs from grapes that were delicious.
continue with the journey, not without losing a few more times until he decided to pass the competition and leave the den more tremebundo rods in Madrid.
The waiter poses for me! That was a chaos, with two canes platazos you put some potatoes with salsa of Pr and ca (sisi, the Pr ca and not the Carrefour ), paella dishes with pieces of ham seemed gum ....
above background, Radikal tecnochunda of Toledo meets Daddy Yankee Dj Javi meets Tron.
now servant would not stop drinking. From lost to the river that Prince Charles would say.
When we are left without money and I got MC bar, only I happen to 5 pm, go for drinks.
After insulting the ATM (automatic) of the "Caja de Badajoz " on Gran Vía osarse to charge me € 3 committee; envision a Caja Madrid where I could get money without using violence against an inert device. The Chicote
half was stuck there Andalusia, Murcia to help a cocktail and I ordered a gin and tonic pimple that I tasted like heaven.
When I left MC in the underground to play a football game ( potaste not in the corner?) I drove home on autopilot.
I sent a sms to my friends saying that to 22.30 in all cenaditas Callao.
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the phone wakes me up at 23.00, a voice tells me where I am and why it took so long to paint the eye.
I do not know if I was in Madrid, Almeria or New York. I asked the voice if we had been today.
My friends I hung up, leaving me as hopeless.
I went back to sleep, but not before throwing up twice.
Therefore, I turn to leave this unhealthy habit cañear at noon, that I know and just singing the Parral in Cibeles during rush hour.
Signed. The baby creature of the night
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