So I was driving the other day and… guess what? I saw something worth sharing here. There I was. Wearing my plain red t-shirt I got for christmas back in 2001, carrying the breath of “my previous meal was peanuts with a light pineapple juice” and barefoot – of course, making a hell of an effort to hit the pedals with the tip of my toes. The sun was just fifty feet away, melting everything, my friend. Everything, I say! And, as my dad had the car’s tank filled up with most precious gasoline, I didn’t take notice of the air conditioning. Every drop of gas was considered a lifesaver and it should be spared.
People didn’t know where they were going because of the heat. They were just wandering around. Everyone except our brilliant and shameless main character. So you already know the scenario, now imagine this. You’re pissed of because of the heat, lamely trying to create a fresh breeze with your old and sweaty plain red t-shirt you got for christmas back in 2001 when suddenly the red light lights up for ya. BLING. You stop the car before the pedestrian crossing point so you don’t get a ticket from the traffic guy that is also lamely trying to create a fresh breeze with his shirt and, belive it or not, it looks newer than your plain red t-shirt you got for christmas back in 2001.
Suddenly, this 56 year old lady comes walking towards the supermarket. But she’s not exactly walking. She’s enjoying walking! That makes it all different. Her belly is happily exposed to the sun as she walks and swooshes a tangle of triple skin barely stuffed under a baby gap shirt. Got it? She does!
While I stared at this Madonna with a mix of confused, angry and rage feelings, I almost missed the most precious episode from that day: she takes her right hand, puts inside her blouse, ups her “downstairs” breast and takes a credit card underneath this magical surrounding of beauty and cheese.
My friend, once you lived through tough experiences like this one, you stop judging yourself for keeping that plain red t-shirt you got for christmas back in 2001.
Ha! If you lived in Rio, you could say this was the real Girl of Ipanema – 30 years later!
Welcome back to your own blog, mate.
You are so much like me, or i’m like you, well anyway, if we knew each other we’d make a good team, hehe, keep up the good work