...last night

Imagine if Almodovar made a High School movie. Now imagine I was a marginal figure in that movie. That was my night. I found myself at about 1am at a ´club´ a bit out the way of everything, but near the river, joining a going away party for someone I don´t know. The club was more or less empty, but two bouncers were carding everyone who was trying to get in. Apparently I look under 18. Slowly, people who really did look like they needed to be carded came filtering in, dropped off by taxis, cars, etc. Many were dressed in costumes. One boywas dressed as King Tut. Another as The Puzzler. Girls dressed as fairies. There was, strangely, a 50 yr old man dressed as a monk. He was by far the oldest person there, and spent the better part of the night sitting on a couch looking monkish. There was dancing. Somebody who had been to Vancouver likened the whole thing to a party at Shenanigans. This was not far from the truth. We were supposed to leave and go somewhere better, but somehow stayed until 4am. The crowd did not get any older.
Now. How did I get there? Earlier in the evening, I sat talking with another guest at the B&B who I had met over breakfast: Pia, a 45 yr old separated mother of 4 who was in town buying clothes for her store in Chile. Pia poured wine for me and Lucila, one of the people who work here, and Cesar, another person who works here. They talked and I listened and tried to talk. Sometimes they tried their english. It was all very nice. Pia and I went for dinner around 11pm. Dinner was good. And from there Pia said we should go to this party Lucila told her about. And so it went. Pia is what makes this an Almodovar movie -- incredibly extroverted and exaggerated and, well, brimming over with frustrated sexual desire for young men. Me: the slightly stiff and awkward nordamericano that allows for the reference to the High School movie genre.

Tonight holds anothre adventure...the dinner party. We´ll see how I handle taking a cab ride by myself.