The old queen cackled and rocked back and forth on the noisy bed like a galvanized puppet putting on his B movie production to impress the guero. I sat in the easy chair in appalled temperance watching this old fruit - sipping the vino and being pawed by Fernando. Outside the fireworks popped over the hazy chilled city - two hours until the New Year.
Lasciviously I was being eyed by this ancient queen - why must he continuously rub his drooping crotch? Distasteful. Took another sip of wine - starting to feel warm. Even the time with Fernando seemed pleasant.
Time slurred and it was time to cut - wishing the aging old man a happy new year - pecks on quivering cheeks, yours truly gets the goose - Fernando and I stumble down the wet steps into the foggy streets.
Hail a taxi libre and zip up to cinco escinas to a party being thrown by little Fernando's best friends. All loud and piss ass elegant fairies to be sure - but I had a good time. Always do. Bacardi flowed like water and the music pumped and the small apartment filled up with New Years revelers - all festive yakkers and sociable. An impromptu dance floor was constructed and a boogy frenzy started - hindered by the nonstop alcohol.
Dashed around the room me and conversed and drank and ate. Fernando said there was another party down the hill and if I wanna go. Sure. Wouldn't you?
Another taxi and kamakazied in the crazy night to the grand apartment ran by two lezbos - nice and friendly them. The radio spun CD's and the walls clonked with happy red faced drunks and laughter and all that makes a social event memorable. 12am rolled around and the eventual count down - much shouting, handshakes, back slapping, hugging, crying.
Another taxi and Fernando and I found ourselves barhopping in Plaza Santa Cecilia. Ranchero, Villa Garcia, Bar Hawaii (Ugly mad blithering tranny show), Blue Sky on Revo - so packed you get crushed like cacauates. Had it out with a drunk and arrogant lez - nearly smashed the bitches head in with a beer bottle but her passive lover intervened. Fag drama - ugh.
'Round 5:30am stumble bleary eyed and dangerous out into the shivering packed streets of Tijuana - gave Fernando the big goodbye and took a weary taxi home. Goodbye 2008.
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