CHINATOWN CHRISTMAS
There manhanas where still awake with my eyes not wanting to open fully. Others, at a stretch, I'm coffee and cigar in hand with the keys stuck in the fingers and hysteria revenge for what should not, but it is the only way to clean my system, a Master Cleansing rather, and so for what I.
When my eyelids and my body does not want to leave the sheets is when I need the touch of my father or audio martial look slang: "Child, come on, flip, so we closed the churros and then Your Granny comes to complain to 'the fucking day. " Other times, but Carinhoso, sat beside me in bed and said: "Machupichu "Because it was I who looked more Indian features of the progeny Pequenho Carrascosa, the hair and darker eyes," comes for the coils and then to the Parque del Este. "I hated going to the Parque del Este, a potato accompaniment, jogging, but loved and changed the world, my world Complete and hear him say that sweetness of Machu Picchu or "beautiful you are my daughter, come, put the monkeys, you and your brother."
The holidays were off the charts with potato . I loved watching my father during the holidays. It was splendid, exaggerated in their purchases of meals and gifts, what were his hallacas espanhola and that he felt so proud of them. These hallacas stuffed with pearl onions, chopped chorizo \u200b\u200band chickpeas that I ate to please and because in the end, I loved cooking potatoes.
Outside the country, one manages to create the ideal family friendly more dysfunctional.
During the holidays I was invited to the big dinner china navidenha of my former bosses, and M Simon Chen, and Chinese brothers and partners in turn Sandro and Danny, Italian and American International Cleveland, respectively, once lovers and now rather sisters and associates. So, between Chinese and Italian dinners I've enjoyed several navidenhas Chinese in the eastern eccentricities, laughing and no thanks, step, embrace my emotional absence.
These four partners saw me grow in every way.
My narrow subsidiary has Sandro and Mah especially paternal. Since I started working for them in Barocco-important rest that were in Tribeca and Andy Warhol mentioned sparingly at the end of their day, "no longer feel hurt by their shouts and bursts of kitchen workers and then comforted with special preparations they make themselves to "seek cacao" and make peace with the little one that both works and is so sensitive. Be sure to sit in the legs or caress of Sandro like a father very Carinhoso often a kiss on his lips because he was gay and because he deserved-sealed our intimacy and connection. Mah also received me in his legs but with more care, because the Chinese talked about a lot of crap and because the wife conveniently appeared at the restaurant very often. Then follow up Bottino, another great restaurant to open in Chelsea where he worked for nearly six anhos. Last night Sandro
me locate and accurate to be his big dinner acompanhante in China, 2007 edition. 11 Division St., between Catherine and Market Sts.; Intricate Chinatown. Between rain and my address noted in the second bastard title of my therapeutic Bartleby & Companhia, comes. Later. Since the entry
saw Sandro's back and an empty chair beside him. I figured that was the mine, the chair. A table on the right, Mah presided with family members and some Chinese employees of the restaurant. Simon headed another table. Mah stood up and said: "Eneno, You are late, not nice, Eneno" ... The Chinese have problems with Ls and Rs as ad latere information ... anhadio then: "Go sit next to Sando." Exquisite
dinner. Fuleen Seafood is the name of the restaurant. I thanked them for offering me no language or duck or quail guts, but I was insistent on taste "cuntch" a kind of alga / animal with unparalleled taste. Effusive
between shark soup and a shiitake mushroom fairly regularly, I went from table to table to say hello to all Chinese who had seen me sitting on the lap of M and Sandro for anhos and who often asked, " dwarf's, wha you kiss an M n Sando not kiss me ?"... "Because They pay me" I used to answer and that the rickety laughter and I suppose that's too morbid. Mah's wife last night I watched with attention and perhaps anatomical spiritual growth. Sandro
hug me very excited and repeatedly during the night. Usually it is extremely loving to me. His adopted son, Chris, also present at the dinner, let go a "ewwwwwwwwwww" quite young. And finally, as generous as ever, offered to take me to Queens where the editor had decided to spend the night.
Along the way we talk about Chavez, Uribe, Bush, the King and to Sarkozy. Chris let out another "ewwwwwwww, what are you guys talking about?".
Later, before bed, grateful to my suenhos that Father had sent back to this pair of outstanding fees and alternates for my special Christmas Eve.
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