Back to when I was six? my parents were getting divorced and I hated school, oh, yeah, no. Back to when I was 12, flying to Rio, ready to discover jeans with lycra, supertramp, a turma da monica and the absolutely jaw dropping neighbor who was no more than 4 years older than me and yet wouldn't even acknowledge my existence? no.
But at 16, going to High school in Brazil, now that's a different story. Those were fun times, surfing and working out, I was pretty popular back then and dating Alessandra, who was a blue eyed, blonde brazilian-french cover girl was something I will never forget. Then again, being the stepson of a politician had its downside at times, but it wasn't bad. At 20 I was modeling for Guess and Marithe Francoise Girbaud, going to discotheques every weekend and partying like there was no end. Then again, I was really obnoxious and immature and was frustrated that Paulina Rubio (always in her grey thunderbird) wouldn't give me her number, then again, I only called Thalia a couple of times and kept running into them like if I had been cursed, damn it, I just had to settle for non famous girlfriends and Karlita Viridiana made me know my luck, so ...no, though appearing on the paper was always fun and shallow. Ok, 23, calling people everyday trying to sell them something, wearing suits and ties everyday, oh God heavens no, never again. Only Monica made those years worthwile. Fine, let's jump to 25, moving to Tepoztlan and for the first time in my life smoking a joint and discovering my spiritual self through endless mushroom and peyote trips in Oaxaca and Palenque. Having the most outrageous conversations dressed as a bird seeing the early morning rise, while sitting on the edge of a hill, drinking rum and smoking pot beyond all good and evil, beyond reason, a threshold. YES, I could go back to that... no, not really, I always felt like I was wasting my time, and I was. Ok, so we are up to 28, working as a host at hard rock cafe in cancun, again, partying like there was no tomorrow, snorkeling and snorting and ...nevermind, no. So from there we take a flight to Seattle and turning 30, beginning the longest relationship I ever had, for which I am now in the middle of my divorce. So, no, it was great to build my career solidly and get used to the NW. But still, it was like sleepwalking. Fuck, I even voted for Bush the first time he ran, and yes, my dearest dixie chick readers, he won. (Sorry, I was very missinformed but did not repeat the same mistake the second time around).
And tomorrow, 38.....WTF ??? when did that happen?
Therefore, for my birthday I'm wishing Lestat would show up to drink my blood and make me immortal, in the pale face of eternal youth. But, at my age I know that's not going to happen. It's going to be more like adding up the damages and being grateful for the little things I have accomplished. The horizon seems gloomy from here, but above all, one thing that I do have is a petit commtee of very good friends, these are priceless and outstanding individuals and you know who you are.
Me? I'm just turning 38
4 comments:
Sounds to me like you have had quite the experiences and an enjoyable life overall of course with the ups and downs that come with it.....Looking pretty damn good for 38 too! Not old by any means, and as for 40, heard its great thru those years too...Enjoy!I have a feeling you got quite a lot more left to do ;)
E`lunea
Promise me you'll never post that picture again in your entire life.
What??? It's me as conqueror of the Mayans with a high-power sunbeam blow dryer. It's like, Poseidon with his trident. How could you not love that? On your knees, huns.
I hope you have a wonderful year! All we can hope for at our age is to just get better and better. It sounds to me as if you have grown and experienced quite a bit. That in itself is an accomplishment, so be proud. ~Andrea
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