This past weekend capped off my first month in Spain as well as my first birthday on a different continent. I'm not saying that I'm going to scrapbook about it, but I probably will. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think I could be a good scrap-booker even If I wanted to.
I don't have the organization skills, the patience, or the steady hands to maneuver a pair of scissors in and out of the dips and juts that come along with the outline of the human body (especially around the elbow area). The birthday was good. It wasn't perfect, but it was good. Yeah, I guess you COULD say that I didn't get everything I asked for. I didn't get a parade in my honor with giant floats of me doing monotonous daily activities like brushing my teeth, watching television, and eating. I didn't get any hoola-hooping midgets or monkeys with sparklers, and I definitely didn't get Morgan Freeman to walk a couple steps behind me and narrate my day. This was stupid of me, but I thought at the least, my friends would have gotten me a Trick British Children's Choir to sing me "happy birthday."
What is a Trick British Children's Choir you ask? Well, I invented it on account of my birthday. Like you probably assumed, it is a choir comprised of, more or less, fifteen british children. However, they are a Trick British Children's Choir because, like trick candles, the more you ask them to stop (or hush), the louder they sing.
Joking aside (or in back), my birthday did comprise of a small choir, but instead of a choir of small british children, it was a choir of good friends from La Fundación. We filled our stomachs with some great food at a fancy restaurant that no one could pronounce the name of, then we took to the streets like a bunch of mongrels. As great as the city of Toledo is, it would have been a less than mediocre birthday without the good company.
People say that turning 20 isn't really a big deal because you are still one year away from 21. I couldn't disagree more. This was the first year that I could muster enough testosterone to grow, not a full mustache, but a half-stache. I can't begin to tell you how much more comfortable I feel knowing that their is a baby caterpillar taking a nap on my upper lip. Every morning I look at it in the mirror, pet it, laugh with it, because we both know the struggle that it took to get to this point. What put us over the edge? My 20th birthday.
Kissin' and Cussin',
Coop
aw who's the little brown-haired boy in the lower right hand corner of the last picture?
ReplyDeletedid you have a purple tootsie pop?
ReplyDeletecooper..im glad you had a good first birthday in Spain. And! Happy Birthday! Just a little spanish birthday antecdote for you...MYY first Spanish Birthday, I went to get a BIG icecream cone since, well, its my favorite food--not to mention favorite thing to do. So I go to this Gelato place that looks magical...but, it was also a trick like the british kids choir....this trick was sad though because I was like Okay ill take one scoop of vanilla one scoop caramel one schoop crunchy candy stuff, and one of chocolate...and she in a mean mean voice said NO. Only one scoop. and then i was like no way is this really happeneing? and shes like um i don't speak english (in spanish) and i was like what the hell!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i just got two ice cream cones...and ate them at the same time...god i felt american.
ReplyDeletehahaha that's probably one of the funniest stories I've ever heard..
ReplyDeleteWhere in Spain did you stay, maddie?
-coop
Glad your birthday was semi sensational. Sorry about the floats. How crass of them... Looks like you were having fun, though. Only two comments. keep your tongue in your mouth and cut your hair... Some more loving revelations from your loving Gramma L. ( notice I didn't sign my whole name.)
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