Bailando Otra Vez!
Ring! Ring! Ring! My cell phone danced and I grabbed it, grateful for the break it offered me from my Marketing final.
214....
214...
It sounded oh-so-familiar but I couldn't quite place the area code.
"Hello?"
"Hola! Rogelio... Recuerdome? (remember me?)"
Like a bad sequel, a flurry of panicked-flashbacks swamped me as I dizzily stumbled in the hallway, clutching my forehead in silent panic. [to catch the first episode, please see the posting "Oh Boy Alberto"]
He was back. And more bailando than ever.
"Hola! Hola?"
"Um, hello! Si, I remember you..." came my sickly reply.
"Bueno! Donde estas?"
...And there I went down the slippery slope, explaining that I was very busy (try to escape), that I had class (Clases? Que clases?) and that I was in school (Porque? Por negocio -- ah, still got that AP Spanish skills :)...) and that I was in Chicago (que bueno!).
I tried to run away, but just like in those silly horror flicks, I stumbled, bumbled, and crashed into nearly everything along the way. The conversation, it was picking up momentum....pretty soon, I'd be caught having a real conversation! ack!
"OK, voy a ir. Bye bye. Adios!" Halt the JAWS score -- the water went still as Bailando suddenly left. I was left in a cold sweat, clutching my phone as the 214 phone number blinked three times and faded.
A year later, he had found me.
Ay caramba.
214....
214...
It sounded oh-so-familiar but I couldn't quite place the area code.
"Hello?"
"Hola! Rogelio... Recuerdome? (remember me?)"
Like a bad sequel, a flurry of panicked-flashbacks swamped me as I dizzily stumbled in the hallway, clutching my forehead in silent panic. [to catch the first episode, please see the posting "Oh Boy Alberto"]
He was back. And more bailando than ever.
"Hola! Hola?"
"Um, hello! Si, I remember you..." came my sickly reply.
"Bueno! Donde estas?"
...And there I went down the slippery slope, explaining that I was very busy (try to escape), that I had class (Clases? Que clases?) and that I was in school (Porque? Por negocio -- ah, still got that AP Spanish skills :)...) and that I was in Chicago (que bueno!).
I tried to run away, but just like in those silly horror flicks, I stumbled, bumbled, and crashed into nearly everything along the way. The conversation, it was picking up momentum....pretty soon, I'd be caught having a real conversation! ack!
"OK, voy a ir. Bye bye. Adios!" Halt the JAWS score -- the water went still as Bailando suddenly left. I was left in a cold sweat, clutching my phone as the 214 phone number blinked three times and faded.
A year later, he had found me.
Ay caramba.
posted by dodger | 8:04 PM
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clean time!
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