The Endless Night Chronicles: "The CABARET, The GAY and his STRAIGHT DRIVER "
One of the most wonderful things about the endless BUENOS AIRES NIGHT is that you know how it starts but u never know how (or where) you are gonna end.
Yesterday (saturday) I was invited to present a Cabaret show in San Telmo (B.A. Off) Directed by the talented Sebastian Terragni (one of the raising stars in the BA theatrical world).
So I went with my date, the eternal hag, Maria - Countess of Navarro (I´m a married man now, no more blond boys) and the amazing singer Andrea Toraño (HERE a video of a duet we performed on a
Music hall) who joined us at the theatre with her new boytoy (whatever its name was).
Stupid Brother was supossed to pick us up after the show to drive everybody home but, as usual, we couldn´t count on him due to his decition of going out with his Stupid Friends to play Bowls (so straight, aaargh!). By the time the show had finished and after meeting the Director, the Music Director, the performers and the Producer (all people I used to work with who hadn´t seen me since I got my illness) I called Lucas (Stupid brother) to his cell phone and he replied:
"Forget it, We are kicking their asses"
So instead of start an histerical scene yelling to my cell phone in front of all the local Celebrities, I stayed calm, rolled eyes, smiled, hanged up (yes, I had a lil´stroke in the inside) and called and agency to send me a Limo (No fag! it´s not a limousine! it´s just a car with a driver!).
Five minutes later, a big white fancy (?) car was waiting for us at the theatre doors.
Because of my cane and stuff, I always take the front sit (I can stretch my legs there) That allowed me to make eye contact with the driver while Maria, Andrea and BoyToy were taking over the backsits. I thought: STRAIGHT but cuuuuuuuuuuuute.
Once we were on our way home I made what then I thought it was a good joke(after living there for two month I got used to South Beach, where all the fun ends at 11pm -poor boring peopple) , I said:
"hey, it´s only 4.30 in the morning... we could go for a drink&dance"
As soon as I said that, the car was filled with exclamation signs and suggestions of places to go (all infamous dark smocky holes, of course, we are not fancy-like people).
Then, after all passengers showed they were all excited about going out again, I rolled my eyes for a second time that night and asked the driver: "Cordoba Avenue 4200"
So, we went to Sitges, a very popular (and fun) gay pub. Then I asked our cute-straight-married-with-two-childrens driver if he accepted a drink bought by a handicapped fag joining his dress-to-kill girlfriends and a boytoy in a gay bar.
So after a few rounds of Gin Allexanders (my fav drink) and Calypso Coffe to our driver, after laughing like hyenas making fun of every passing fag at the disco-bar, after talking and talking and talking about our silent movies and how we´d love to come back, we were ready(and dizzy enough) to go home. (8.30am)
When the car took the highway back to suburb hell, Maria suggested:
"we could go to a bakery and buy crossants for breakfast"
Then the cute-straight-married-with-two-childrens river replied:
"I know a place, they have a great coffe too"
And then I say:
"so... let´s have breakfast there!"
Conclusion: Maria and I, arrived home at 10.30 in the morning after having a wonderful breakfast with a cute-straight-married-with-two-childrens driver...
OMG! look at the time! I´m sorry to leave you guys, but I´m late for a play...
I wonder how will I get there on time!
well... maybe a cute-straight-married-with-two-childrens driver could take me there...