Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/RAGAZZI-MENTO: part 2: The Matador!
"I slept thru the bull-fight (in Spain, of course) despite the hullabaloo (RIOJA vino). Jeeze-Louise! I even fell asleep once when we were making LOVE (Ganja!) It was a soft bed in that Montseurrat Hotel outside Barcelona. -You were sooo pissed! (DOH!?)"
"AWAKE? -clear days, remember? You could smell and sometimes SEE the sea...over Barcelona smog and the excessive ink of our credit-card receipts?"
(Lousise stares at me..)..)
"Remember?... Do you remember EL MATADOR; the Matador? -who managed the bar/cantina in Villafranca? He was hard boned. Mid 30's. Lithe, with intense Rudolph Valentino eyes... He circled the room without you knowing he was there/in command/a Maitre-D? .. His movements were a fandango, a tango, a contra-dance..with invisible participants? Yes. EL MATADOR; and just how he operated; bowing to the Clientele:
Bickering sisters; he'd placate with Margaritas. (Ole!)
The Soccer crowd; he'd circle, double claps: "VIVA ESPANA!" (Ole!)
The nerds and "techies": "Perhaps a Cuba-libre, boys?" (Ole!)
Young Lovers: "The Rioja is on the house!" (Ole!)
The rowdy college crowd: "Pitchers! Pitchers of beer for my friends!" (Ole!)
To the sad drunk: "One Calvados, my friend? Then you go home." (Ole!, Ole!)
The obnoxious? -his boot in their backsides; out the door! (Ole! Ole! Ole!)
"...I slept through the bull-fight despite the hullabaloo (Rioja vino). Jeeze-Louise! I even fell asleep once when we were making Love (Ganja). It was a soft bed in that Montseurrat Hotel outside Barcelona: you were sooo pissed!"
(Louise still staring at me)
"Awake? -clear days. Do you remember? You could smell and sometimes SEE the sea over Barcelona's smog...?"
"Acutually, Dave.." LOUISE says, finally: "I DO remember that you OWE me €10,000 for that trip...?"
"And I?" says I: ".. remember The Matador!...:)"
(Conversational pause, then Louise asks:) "Wasn't he the one with the beautiful Chinese girlfriend?"
"OLE!!!"
c 2012/davedelacroix/january/piacenza/Italia...:)
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