Yesterday I went to the theater, and if I have almost no time even to breathe, but yesterday I decided to give myself a break to it, my right hand (to do evil minded summaries hand, it hurts me now) and my little brain full of information that probably after the day on June 19 completely forgotten.
It happened a week ago, Esther was going to go to the theater, I could not because it was the birthday of my father. At the end of Esther, very angry with herself, she could not go, so me in a show of friendship almost endless and unexpected, I decided to promise it, that went with it to see "What Richi Vine" at the Teatro Alcázar de Madrid. Wonder what my role was just the next week, so I (as a good friend I am) I decided to go with her, and give myself a break and also lose the time (I've always liked to study 300 pages in less than a week, I Like the thrill) We arrived
Alcalá street (meters height Sevilla) and took the tickets, but not before experiencing moments of anguish with the box office as it had been "jammed" by looking at fingernails Esther (black as tito, mine with phrases like "seem to cockroaches "or" Marilyn Manson look like ... ") we got the tickets, and go back to the Alcala street, we realized we were in the fucking center of the universe, we were surrounded by Starbucks. Ginos, Vips, Nebraska ... less than two minutes Huertas street, the Puerta del Sol and Cibeles (Cibeles Oooohhh!)
We take a coffee (come to guess which of the four previously mentioned establishments take it! !) entered the theater, went to the bathroom (I like the old, if not I'm at ease before) We lost in the theater, if you always give the note. We found the seat .. we sat down, and discovered, many kinds of nests of hair that women over 60, those thousands of tones chicken blonde ladies get older, those hairs that matched the bag ... no name. Charleston play music. Esther gets nervous. The lights dim and the play begins. SYNOPSIS
(by M. Turiel)
It happened a week ago, Esther was going to go to the theater, I could not because it was the birthday of my father. At the end of Esther, very angry with herself, she could not go, so me in a show of friendship almost endless and unexpected, I decided to promise it, that went with it to see "What Richi Vine" at the Teatro Alcázar de Madrid. Wonder what my role was just the next week, so I (as a good friend I am) I decided to go with her, and give myself a break and also lose the time (I've always liked to study 300 pages in less than a week, I Like the thrill) We arrived
Alcalá street (meters height Sevilla) and took the tickets, but not before experiencing moments of anguish with the box office as it had been "jammed" by looking at fingernails Esther (black as tito, mine with phrases like "seem to cockroaches "or" Marilyn Manson look like ... ") we got the tickets, and go back to the Alcala street, we realized we were in the fucking center of the universe, we were surrounded by Starbucks. Ginos, Vips, Nebraska ... less than two minutes Huertas street, the Puerta del Sol and Cibeles (Cibeles Oooohhh!)
We take a coffee (come to guess which of the four previously mentioned establishments take it! !) entered the theater, went to the bathroom (I like the old, if not I'm at ease before) We lost in the theater, if you always give the note. We found the seat .. we sat down, and discovered, many kinds of nests of hair that women over 60, those thousands of tones chicken blonde ladies get older, those hairs that matched the bag ... no name. Charleston play music. Esther gets nervous. The lights dim and the play begins. SYNOPSIS
(by M. Turiel)
An architect, with cute ass (played by Angel Martin ... Arrrr) and gay brother Mauricio
Colmenero. The architect is the very
ass monkey, call it from now on "Culo10" have a job that is a crap
, appearing at a party for her birthday a friend who had never seen
called ... er ... Richi Seseña, who met in Kosovo, and makes "Culo10"
change all their plans because of him.
Ale
I leave here, if you are going and why, that I spend € 16, you also spend so 'rats! That men want everything done now. I say that I laughed a lot, a lot, but the truth that I have a lot of humor makes me laugh at anything.
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