Following the one-day-one-adventure doctrine I’ve been experiencing for the last couple of years (actually, since the first Erasmus in the Eternal city) guess what happened on Thursday 5/10/07 (or aka the day before summer break, o sea, the day before the final despiporre?:

We went out with Eduardo, Justin Metz. Justin Blizz and Ricardo to Akron. First, we stop in the space-station Buffalo Wings pub downtown Kent, just to say hi to old friends and fresh graduates and brides (no kidding, American girls get married at 20 like Spanish start drinking by 16).

So yes, downtown Akron destination LUX (the old Posh disco) or the equivalent of Jimizy’s disco in Barcelona (that wonderful class of kiss teachings).  But well, he, he, compared to Jimizy’s, LUX is like Silicon Valley to El Valles.

And guess what? The disco was full of girls in naughty outfits, -Oh thanks God- but hey, hey, respect them. Spectacular. Round butts shaking like anything you’ve seen around Spain or Europe. Absolutely jaw-dropping stuff, I’ll tell you my friend: respect.

So well, I start dancing and well, the usual “aqui te pillo aqui te mato”and wow, “vaya subidon”…and while I’m still recovering the breath back with Eduardo & co…Dammit!!!! My cellphone! Holly shit, is not in my pocket anymore!!! Dammit! It fell while dancing with that cute girl… “he, he, David,” Eduardo mocks me “that was the rake, I guess”. Holly cow! And what to do? Well, losing the cellphone on the dancefloor just means UTNA: Unleashing The Next Adventure, because later that night I called my own number and a female voice named Sarh answered “Hello?” A female voice! Yesssa! I realized I just serendipitously discovered a potential next hoookup method! Lose your cellphone on the disco! Even Ally Mcbeal missed that, I’m sure.

And I was lucky, she sounded like a honest girl, she gave me her numner and promised to meet me the next day. Oh, boy, when I couldn’t find the cellphone on the dancefloor I thought society is evil and ruthless…but when a girl takes care of unknown proprierty….Gezz, you realize life is sometimes sweet, isn’t it?