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I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Minha Galera

Civic Center: After emerging from the train, took a wrong turn and suddenly could not find the direction I was headed. Saw a man walk out of a stairwell and asked which way was 6th street?

Direction changed I looked up to see the ghost of a friends former love. Thin and wasted I barely recognized him, and ahead I spotted my friends waiting to greet me at the stairs of the private loft.

The Loft: Inside the girls from Menorca had fresh fruit, and red wine, the girl from Brazil brought infused vodka, the Canadian girl smoked non stop and was rail thin, the green eyed blond was from El Salvador, y la tia era de Madrid. The guys an assortment of Argentina, Chile, the city. Y vos de donde sos? Mexico, I smiled.

Heard stories of travel saw pictures of home, talked about the cities we had each visited, where we last saw Manu Chao perform.


Outside the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium: Every Spanish language accent was different. Everyone was friendly and the group from the pre party multiplied. Inside a quick stop for a $12 beer and then to the ground floor. Everyone was talking and waiting patiently for the show to start.

The lights dimmed, the music started, the crowd came to life. All I could do from falling over as the sea of people began to mosh around me, was to jump, hold on and move with them.

Somehow still, I had little red welts on my knees, thighs, and arms turn to blue and purple star shaped bruises. I laughed at my near mosh experience and thought of Edgar and Oso, the boys who used to make me their + 1. They would have been proud. It had been ten years since I had first seen Manu Chau live at the Palace. That time I was in the balcony a reluctant 20 something that had to admit to the very patient guy that for all the trouble I had given him, I had really enjoyed the music.


Although LA feels different to me now: For all the years of friendship, music, and free tickets, all I feel is love.


Blogger El Editor said...

Flash back! Reminded me of the good ol' days in LA although I don't think that was the purpose of the story. But good memories non the less. I remember the first time I saw Manu Chao...

10:55 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

el editor- you are my road dog, todavia :)

2:46 PM  

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