His invitation on my desk. I did not dare. I thought "will be pure and tooodos chibolitos full reggaeton dance .. and over, there will be salsa, that's for sure." Mom had said my dress was clean. Also that my shoes were available. It was 10 pm and I did not dare to go to my cousin's quinceañera. "Iran, my cousins, at least?". Cuchumil I started to send messages (it's not the cantidaaad saaaaben cousin I have), and only received a "Clear Cris .. how they miss it? See you there not? - Memo. " And went into crisis as to whether the damn dress I came (claro.. Because in one year are not much anchado my hips and my waist decreased .. etc's). Well, I decided to IR. On Wednesday, all said .. Tomorrow I wake up reading this reading that has me crazy .. AND I WILL NOT CHARGE OF CONSCIENCE!. Was. While there, half out of place at the beginning because I did not see cousins \u200b\u200bknown, moreover, was not even many people. It was 11 30 pm. The teenager went downstairs, everyone saw it and was shocked, "was presented to society" (ayy.. What huachafón!), And what I liked most is that the color of girl dress was same as the tie of his father (ie my uncle), it seemed incredible that detail .. Well, the minutes passed and I saw some legs .. beckoned me from afar, I see it (wear glasses, x it) .. but when I went were my cousins \u200b\u200b.. And so, I danced, I did not much really because just spent 3 pitchers of sangria and then came the chela uuultra frost (and I'm a bit wrong with my allergy abrupt climate changes) and q did not want me the beer. And in general, I had a really cool .. but I can not deny that when I see little ones of 15 years makes me want to be that age again, where I was with such an emotional roller coaster, when nobody could tell me anything because most exploited q exploded faster now, anyway ..
(I've wanted to write about how it was my kino, teenager or however you want to say .. but it comes in another post , surely)
Have good Sunday and a morning start genialísima week! =) BESOS!
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