My friend Manuel "Tum Tum" and I were vacationing in Acapulco. I can't even remember what day it was or where we had been the night before, since we had been in our own drinking marathon: beer and daiquiris galore. We ran into some other guys (also from Mexico City) at the parking lot of what was the hippest disco back then "Extravaganza" (now Palladium). We shared our weed, they shared a rainbow of poppers, and then went inside. Lasers, strobe lights, Meyer Sound speakers making everything jump, dry ice, pretty people and a river of Moet.
I don't think we could feel the floor we were walking on.... I couldn't.
We were in our twenties, invincible, indestructible, suntanned, we had a devil red Corrado, my dad's yacht (plus unrestricted access to the yacht club), and my dad's house in Aca. Young, we knew everything. Shit, we were Superman, we had no worry in life. Girls and pina coladas came and went, dancing the night away, until we eventually ended up at a little after-party in someones suite. Those guys, Tum Tum and some girls from PV.
I was getting a beer out of the fridge when one of our new friends pulled out yet another popper (little chemical tube) that very pleasant smell, the sudden rush of blood to the head, Major Tom blast off BAZINGA! Pastel color unicornic lightheadedness: it was like taking a whiff from Kylie Minogue's undies drenched in cotton candy chloroform. Sweet scent followed by a sudden loss of gravity and that's when he planted one on me. WTF?
I was high, stoned, drunk, confused and utterly shocked, since it was unexpected and something I had never done before. Well, I actually didn't do anything, but still.
I didn't punch him, which is the reaction I would have expected to have. Instead, I gracefully told him that was not my thing and went back to the jacuzzi with the rest of the guys and the girls.
It makes me happy (smug) that I have been able to have tried so many things (some unexpectedly) in this short trip called life. What did he look like? think Richard Grieco.
...unlike Katy Perry I can say I kissed a dude, and I didn't like it.
1 comment:
I knew you had the cohones to tell this tale, and you did it with the usual Pablo cheekiness!
Even though the poppers were popping, I am willing to bet the cohones and the cheekiness probably added to your irresistibility, thus getting you kissed ;-}
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