Amig @ s : When I reported this month that the column "a day in my life was my turn, I was moved to tears. I wanted to share with all my fans this great joy before issuing the following:
new day I'm getting behind the bar of this beloved Buat, on which my mother gave me birth, shaking the shaker. I asked a walrus clericoco large, three daikicocos and a glass of Zapatero. I give the orders and enter Depardié Delon and two French veterans who tend to fall to about one. Come straight to the bar but face Leo Dan, pour out on the lapels of the suit served the newly daikicoco ... word go, push comes, huge weapon in a fight that go on almost everyone. I take this opportunity to get a break in the compu of writing (only internet connection on the island) and greet my friends feisbuk: I have 7 friend requests, unread messages 78 and 364 invitations to events. I answer all kiss @ sy command to back run buat. Activity
the back door, because sino de saludar gente se me van como tres horas. Por suerte mi papá , que de aplacar grescas se las sabe lungas, ya calmó los ánimos y están todos tomando el clericoco de la paz y escuchando Fens Chubi Frens, con los ojos morados y abrazados sobre los bafles.
Descubro que sólo quedan seis cocos, aprovecho que pá me cubre en la barra y trepo algunas palmeras, recolecto un canastón de cocos pero es demasiado pesado y no puedo transportarlo sola. Por suerte un grupo de miembros del Movimiento N.E.G.R.A. casualmente pasa camino a la Buat: entre todos llevan el canastón a hombro, conmigo arriba cual Reina del Equinoccio.
La pista está que explota, y justo llego cuando termina el caset "40 hooked to parties." I run to turn it around and I run into a handsome Colombian pleiboy whose name I can not disclose, that brings me to dance "La Cucaracha." Just beginning to get warm, I leave with the excuse to replace King.
The bar is on fire, are at 4:22 and it starts to daikicoco japiagüer. Is a tail that reaches the beach. Among the extremists is my dear Boney M, who sings a capella the song I wrote, "Nakupenda Malaika" out loud, accompanied by all the rage, calling me up encores while on a stretcher, with shaker and all. Working in these conditions is not the best, but the customer is always right ... At a quarter to 6, and with all drinking their second or third drink, we will consider the japiagüer. Bongo Lusaka
cart about offering copetín turnovers for breakfast. I like one with the left while right-handed serve a penguin and albatross two patero wine. Taking advantage of the Writing
opened and I hit another compu corridita to use until you get Evelyn (who always comes later.) I'm more relaxed and without the trouble of having to return to the bar, but I am little, because Grandpa does not stop me and invite me talk Sanguchito pickled eggplant, while the keyboard duster Efrain wants, including me, so I answered some mail and I go to CenCuEBa to see if students were added to the Contemporary Dance Islander groups (up to yesterday had most men). On the way I recognize several contingents of tourists come to take pictures, asking me for autographs and propose marriage.
's almost 8, and before the sun climbs I go to sleep for a while, and then replacement dad stayed consoling one of those who never fail, you are whining about a lost love. While the old man listens and gives a tip of gold, and clear finishes to accommodate everything. At 10:30 I wake Omar Garito to shout, just get an official delegation of heads of state from neighboring islands, and you have to invite him DRAM Welcome. I run to seek Barramóvil and everything needed for the event. I ask for help to Omar, burly man, but an excuse because you do not like public relations ... Hope I see in a distance and shouted to come and give me a hand, but can not hear me. So with courage and energy and transport to dredge the Barramóvil, three barrels of mass patero, 331 crystal glasses, twenty kilos of peanuts and a drunk who had been caught in the barrel. After serving
DRAMs welcoming and receiving several offers travel, embassies and others, run to the Buat. The preceptor of ACMelO.GT , Dalmiro Elbleca, along with a handful of students rateados helps me return to the load.
As the 12 quarter make a stop in El Pez Tilente to remove our daily taripán: I have one for me and one for dad.
When I arrive, my dear old man is nodding. Zapatero had lunch with aged black label and sent it to rest.
At one starts belly dancing class, I ducked behind the bar and put on my loincloth Arabic. The number of entries exceeds the capacity of the dance floor, so we went out the door. Three hours of wiggling hips, with trips to the bar every fifteen minutes to serve drinks to the regulars who patiently await their turn.
ended the class at 16 hours. Applause. Pupils are exhausted and thirsty I have to move a barrel patero the center of the track and spread extral sorbets. Are five in the afternoon, I take a while before jumping behind the bar, take a nap. At six I wake up desperate cries: Keit Richards is screaming "Givmi of patherou!". Some are frightened, but is harmless. I serve your patero and as always gives me talk and I can roam the world in his helicopter. Thank you, but I have no time ... Enter a group Protugués Exchange Program - Agarrameño and I serve them. I show them the facilities and the emergency exit and I prepared a royal daikicocos with green olives.
19:30: The cart comes Tilente Pez, Lusaka Bongo us Classics brings copetín turnovers in the afternoon and stay to share a patero emperor penguin.
At 20 starts reggeton theoretical class, issued by a Panamanian professor Champion Carnival 2009. Excited to see the full track of students scoring in their notebooks the secrets of this exciting dance theory. After the class teacher and blankets to carry her to the beach. I'm about to go but find that I'm running out of coconuts, grab the machete and canastón and I dedicate it to harvest for 45 minutes. And at 22:05 I'm ready for the next japiagüer of clericoco, which runs until 23:40, at which time I leave the Buat with the intention of taking my deserved rest. Only San Hold me know if I can ....
Besito @ s, I love you much @ @! Malaika
Kenya
Bargüoman
share with you a family photo of my half sisters: On the right, by the mother, the middle part of Dad, and the left do not know. 
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