Party City. Valence

As could be, once again come to the blog to describe a weekend in Valencia, with friends, play, forces, joys, Laughter and particularly in the latter, propagation lot of mico…

Last week all, and that until Tuesday, happened and is happening party town. Many stalls in the streets, platform with wonderful shows, Colorful toy train full of children and adults walking the streets and lots of women going to and fro…
Let's start to this story.

On Friday evening, received the bad news of our friend Chimbinha, to which he would not longer with us due to the death of a friend of his father. We already knew that the laughter would not be complete without their presence. It is then for the next.
We proceeded Sancler, JR and I, in “My Black”, me driving, to 20:30h for this city that is already part of our lives and destinies. I was very quiet, but very quiet even, because Sancler and JR were so boring, upsetting one another, they themselves recognized that they were boring, but without knowing which was worse. I think we were both in similar amount… lol

Arriving in Belvedere, Sancler recognized his cousin Tiquinho and stopped at Belvedere for a little chat. After the conversation, we eat something. Sancler podrão there ordered a mixed style hot Mineirinho (this same, Mineirinho! That soda you only know the name and never think) JR and one podrão responsibility beef burger with bread (In the photo had cheese, lettuce, tomato, but he forgot to put requested. But he completed with 1Kg of Catch-Up and Mayonnaise). I do not eat anything. Had lanchado my default Nescal with biscuit. The first funny scene happened here. O Restaurant lotado (ok ok ok, some 10 people), Sancler grabs a napkin and starts to blow his nose. But he blew so high, but as high (already slutty same), everyone was looking at him. At that time, all looking, He took the paper and wiped his nose… A girl next to us left scowling! Only Sancler same. JR should be very hungry, it made no joke there…
Saindo pagar pra, Sancler JR and purchase a bottle of an energy, I forgot the name, mas he would have the following slogan: Horny Northeast. These two… rsrs

We returned to the road, the two flat disturbing each other and I driving down the dark road, lit by moonlight…

We arrived at Uncle sí-23h and caught the Carlinho. We went to the gaff in the city center.
JR, the imundinho, was bathing and even asked my razor borrowed. Also, that beard style grits was horrí-level. He thinks this is wave? Rsrs

We went to the party. Until it was full. Beautiful people, many ugly, many children, many adolescents, some adults, about adulterers and we just watching. That first night was quiet, were only traveling, talking, finding friends, listening to the solo musical excellently played on guitar (or in our minds).

[[ Unfortunately this story is not completed. I do not remember now, 15/09/2006, the sordid details of this our last weekend in Valencia. It is a lesson here. Never wait too long to post an article! rsrs ]]

But I wait. No upcoming, will detail all the mi-ne details.