Long time no see O.o

Lats friday I got the chance to see some of my junior high classmates and friends in a "party". It was strange, at some point of the night awkward but it did have good times.

I saw lots of familiar faces: mike (havent see him in like 7 years), carla (7 years), Paola (3 years), Juan Manuel (3 years), Héctor (5 years), Angel (3 years), etc... and Sarah. We met her in the party, the party was for her and she was really cool. Blanco I were surprised that she had seen Rejected (by Don Hertzfeldt).

Anyways... we talk, catched up, drank some wine, ate hamburguers and smoke shisha...

Good times... I really hope I can see them agian soon (not in years).

**** UPDATE

You know what really surprised me? That everybody remembered these little details about me and the time we spent together. Pablo Pieck remembered that one play in junior high that apparently was a tremendous hit and he were asked to present it in front of the whole school. Hector remembered that one time we spent a whole afternoon walking from tortilla shop to tortilla shop asking how many tortillas were in a kilo. Mike said that I was as stubborn as ever (!?)…

… damn… I can’t seem to remember much about these people, just a few of them were really my FRIENDS (and I do remember a lot of things about them).

… did I just blocked all the memories?

The big guys...

Last Friday I went on a short trip to México city to have a meeting... yes O.o... it's my first time that I fly just to have a meeting and then come back. And it seems that I'll be doing the same next week to Monterrey.

My fellow travelers were none others but my boss and his boss. So I was spent the whole day with them. It was nice talking to them, hearing their advices and getting to know a little something about themselves. Wow... I gotta tell you, those guys have way too much to share, and it's really enlightening to talk to them. I learnt a few things that help me understand better how things work in a company and in life.

However, the coolest part was when we were getting down from the airplane in Mexico city, and I help Jorge (my boss) to carry some of his stuff. When Cesar (Jorge's boss... the BIG boss) saw me he asked why I was carrying that and I reply, as a joke, that I was carrying it to make myself useful in that trip. "Useful?" he asked, "you are here because this is your project, you'll be leading this".

... wow... my project ^-^

A night out

I was sitting in front of the computer at work. Counting the minutes until it was time to punch the clock...until I realized there wasn't really a point of being there, pretending to work if I just wanted to get the heck out of there and be free. I mean time doesn't work, I am the one that works. Right? So if am just wasting time, neither me nor time is being useful so I might as well but some usefulness into time...

... errr... i swear it made more sense when I first thought about it.

Aaaaanyway. I went home early to do what I always do when I have free time: read and play video games, and this time I actually tried to do something different and slept a couple of hours. I am not sure if you can call that sleeping, it was more like dreaming-ish like while sweating profoundly, so it was not as pleasant as a nap its supposed to be. After a while I got up, took a quick shower and went to pick Melina up.

So done that Blanco called to see if we were gonna do something, and after a few calls a quick stop in the gas station and scratching my genitals a couple of times (not that it has anything to do with the story, but I was rather uncomfortable and after a few scratches i felt jollier) the night was planned: we were gonna go to this place called Absinthe where we were supposed to get free entrance and a open bar.

We did get free entrance but the open bar was only for girls, and since myself was not counted among one of them I hadn't any free drinks. The place was crowed, the music was loud and it was impossible to do anything else but dance and pretend that you understood what people was saying.

* sigh * I really dont know why people like to go to clubs. The obnoxious long line to enter the place, the elitist bastards at the entrance and the inability to speak inside... what's the point? But despite that, everybody was obviously having a bad time (because those sort of things you can tell) NO ONE WANTED TO LEAVE. Pfffft... humans.

Sometimes I think genocides are well fundamented.

It was a good night... sort of.