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Friday, January 28, 2005

IAN´S TWIGLIGHT ZONE: TODAY- 6 degrees of separation II "The Revenge" FINAL CHAPTER

NOTE: to be readed after IAN´S TWIGLIGHT ZONE: TODAY- 6 degrees of separation II "The Revenge"



click on the image above to read the first part of this freaking story
the freaking story...

OK, now you already know three diffrent stories, from very distant momeNts of my life, without any related details (only the fact that, if you think about this, Minessotta is close to Iowa...but, let me tell you, it´s not important

here... the STRANGE CASE OF IAN´S FREAKY FATE goes further than that.) and is scary...
Everything mixed up one saturday night in 2003, but first, let me start talking about DECEMBER 2001, righ before story3 began.

Some of you may recall all the tragic affairs Argentina went trough during those days. We had like 6 diffrent Presidents in a week, people killed in the streets, fires, and stuff... those were the darkest days I can remember... so sad and so unfair for all we love this country...By that time, Nikky, my son, and I were connected by MSN Messenger almost everyday, so we were really up to date about everything that had happenned in our lives since he took the plane to USA. So, he knew I met Spencer (story3) two weeks before xmas.

In one of those dates i had with this american boy, the story of my son living in IOWA came up and then he told me he had some friends in IOWA CITY that he used to visit a lot, and he offered me that, if I wanted, he would deliver a pakage or something to Nikky next time he goes to IOWA.
HERE you got the first connection, but believe me. it´s nothing compared to what s coming.
I told Nikky about Spencer ´s offer and this chance to send him some stuff he wanted from me (a few videos i had, pictures,etc). But I never did it... after a few weeks, I lost Spencer´s email, and he had to change his hotel several times (BA was really dangerouse those days) and we lost contact (I wasn´t that exited about him, maybe...)
SO..Nikky knew there was a Minessotta guy who had friends in IOWA, who had met his father in BA during dark DECEMBER 2001. that´s all you need to remember...

IT´S JULY 2003 - FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THREE YEARS NIKKI CAME TO BUENOS AIRES JUST FOR A FEW DAYS
Imagine how happy I was to finally hug my son after all this time, I was in heaven.
AS you may thought, I had to face the fact that I was not the only person in Argentina who had been missing Nikki so badly... and I had to admit I was freakily jealous.
Nikki´s days and night were full of meetings, parties, and friends that came from all the corners of BA just to see him. BUT thank god!, he always found a moment to came by my appartment (I was already married with my buddy) to have dinner with us or to take me out
.
SATURDAY NIGHT (IAN ARE YOU STILL A)LIVE!!
My dear friends... this is the night I realized that my life deserves a big fat bright place in the FATE JOKES podium. (if that crappy thing exists).

Nikki came to take me to a pub to have a drink with Andy (his best friend) and a few guys he had met at the disco the night before.
When we were in the car he said:"oh Dad, guess who i met at a birthday party this afternoon?"SPENCER FROM MINNNESSOTTA!!!!!!

SITUATION: remember those guys he had met at the disco just one nigth before? well, one
of them had invited Nikki to join him to a birthday party of a friend (that, of course, Nikki had never met before). This party, who the hell knows why was full of non-speaking-spanish people, and one of them,the one who started to speak to Nikki, was the same tall, blonde, babyfaced american guy i had met two years before. Spencer was again travelling around south america and he was at this party
because HE WAS JOINING HIS FRIEND FROM THE CHAT, WHO WAS A FRIEND OF THE BIRTHDAY PARTY GUY. (wich means he didn´t even know that guy... what the fuck was he doing there??? and what about Nikki??? two days before that he never
knew he was going to be in that party!!! Scary uh?... just wait
I was amazed in that car thinking in all the chances that had to happened to join Nikki and Spencer in a birthday party of someone both of them didn´t know, in buenos Aires, so far from their country, both travelling for just a few days in my country....and that my name came up in their conversation!!!!!!! I almost lost my sanity.

SATURDAY NIGHT (IAN ARE YOU SURE YOU STILL A)LIVE!! CONTINUES..
Ok, we were in the car on our way to the pub, Nikki was talking about all the things he had been chatting wieh Spencer, and I was still in shock.
we finally got to the pub (full of people) and as Nikki and Andy were trying to get a table I started to walk around... just to see who was there (as I do everytime i go there, lots of my friends choose that pub every weekend as a pre-dance stop).
20 minutes later I was still mixed in the croudly place when, suddenly, someone touched my shoulder to call my eye as he said with an unfamiliar but recognizable and so particulary accented voice: "so... you are here!"
AT THIS POINT YOU CAN´T BE SURPRISED IF I TELL YOU THAT SPENCER WAS RIGHT IN FROnT OF ME SAYING HELLO AFTER TWO YEARS.I almost pee on my pants, I was in shock.
we started to talk, he told me he didn´t wanna go out that night but, after the birthday party, his friend from the chat asked him to join him again in the disco, and insisted in have a drink at the pub first...
MORE SCARY FACTS
.HE DIDN´T PLAN TO GO OUT ThAT NIGHT, but he was there talking to me
THERE ARE LIke A THOUSAND PUBS IN BA, but he was there talking to me
I WAS SUPOSSED TO BE ON MY TABLE IN THE HIDDEN SIDE OF THIS PUB, but he was there talking to me.

SATURDAY NIGHT (IAN, NOW WE CAN SEE YOU ARE NOT A)LIVE!! ENDS..

You may be thinkig I forgot to tell you something... no. I know this story is hard to believe, but it gets worst, remember story2? GUS,the stutterer guy?? ok... read it again an come back here...

well, I was talking a little more relaxed with Spencer, like an hour after he found me and I asked about his friend from the chat. he told me they had been chatting for years, that he lived outside this city, and that he was in BA just for that weekend. He came to BA with his boyfriend from the town to finally met Spencer in person.
Spencer: "oh there he is, look, the one who s hugging that guy"

Remember Gus wrote me he had met someone? GUESS WHO???? i wanted to cry....
this chat friend turned out to be mi ex bf´s bf!!! who came here that wekend to be with Spencer.
ANd GUESS WHO HE WAS HUGGING RIGTh IN THE MOMENT WHEN SPENCER MADE ME LOOK AT HIM??? OF COURSE!!!!!! GUS THE STUTTERER!!

TOO MUCH, RIGHT? CAN U HEAR THE TWIGLIGHT MUSIC?
(TIRITIRI-TIRITIRI-TIRITIRI)

later that night i had a very nice conversation with Gus for the first time
in three years
and it was great to know he was happy.

ok..
story1
Nikki is still in US, graduated, and planning to move to NY. we talk regulary
as we always did... i´m so proud of him. love has no distances.
story2
Gus is still livig in Tandil, he broke up with this guy like a year ago, and
started his own business. we still in touch by msn. yes, he still stutters,
but he´s so sweet at it, that you don´t mind.
story3
Spencer came to BA several times since then... somebody told me he bought an
apàrrtment here. but I never saw him again after I got married... besides
that freaky 2003 night.I knew NIKKI spent a weekend with him and some friends on a cabin he has in a lake and that they r still in contact. remember Spence has friends in IOWA.

AND I...
I M HERE... BREAKING EVERY BRAIN CELL TRYING TO WRITTE THIS THING DOWN... I
HOPE I DIDN´T BORED YOU.

Lemmetellya..
it was a pain in the ass!!!!!!!!! but I enjoyed writting it.
I hope at least to get 10 comments!!!!!!!
I love you
IAN
(i´m leaving again for the weekend, see u on monday!

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