People are getting dead. For real.
Sorry for not writing, again. I had a legit reason this time around.
It came as a shock to everyone, my cousin Memo died on the 5th. I won't get into the whats or whys but everyone was like, what the shit. We drove to LA last Wednesday for the wake, and came back home. Then we woke up early on Thursday to drive back to LA for the funeral. My brother didn't want to stay over and we were cool with going both days since he offered to drive there and back anyway.
It was a real bummer being there for the wake but I have to admit that when they started praying the Rosary I almost fell asleep. I wanted to stay out of respect for memo but it was so damned boring I'm surprised he body didn't get up out of his casket and walk out himself.
The funeral was just as crazy. Is it true that they charge you to lower the body during the ceremony? Really? What kind of horse shit is that? Like, some four hundred bucks I heard. Fuck. That. Like those fucks don't make enough money. My brother and the rest of the older cousins stayed behind to make sure they buried his backpack with him. They put his favorite music and some bottles of Newcastle in it. The night after the funeral was great, though. The lot of us all shared our favorite Memo stories. Cousin Pedro had a lot since the both of them hung out quite a bit before he died. My favorite Memo story of all time is still from when all the older cousins were younger, and everyone was at one of my aunts' houses. My Tia asked Memo, "¿Y como quiere sus huevos, mijo?" And Memo replied with, "Ay, tia,¡Con todo mi corazon!"
For those of you who don't habla español, my aunt asks Memo how he wants hiseggs. Eggs in Spanish also being a euphamism for testicles, so the sentence could also be understood as "How do you love your balls?" And Memo replies, "With all my heart."
Memo was known for shit like that.
Beto told us another one where he came home one night with a date and asked Memo to hang out with the girl while he took a quick shower so she wouldn't be bored all by herself. When Beto gets out of the shower his date is on the floor, laughing her ass off. Later she told Beto the joke Memo told her. It went something like:
"I was at a party last night when I saw this group of girls having a good time except for the girl in the middle, who was kind of chubby. Being a nice guy I thought to myself, okay, I'll take the fat girl out.
So I walk up to her and I say, Hey. Fat girl. GET OUT."
Yes, Memo will be sorely missed.
What still bothers me is that Grandma doesn't seem to be taking this well at all. In fact, everyone seems to think she's about ready to die. Memo was buried in the plot next to my Grandpa because Grandma wants nothing to do with that spot. She wants to be buried in Mexico with my uncle Enrique, whom I never got to meet. She's already on uncle Martin's case about going to the Mexican consulate to make sure they can take her body back. I haven't actually seen her but everyone says she's in pretty bad shape. This is not good and I definitely don't want to go to another funeral for a long time. The thought of my Grandmother waiting for death does weird things to me.
And what the shit is up with everyone? I swear, everytime I IM somebody it tells me they're not there, or I just get no response. This blows. And then when I'm online, nobody's there? That blows too.
But now for some happier shit.
Thanks so much for the card, Meg! It's gorgeous. And a belated happy birthday to the JaMeg! I'm sorry, you two; I've been offline so long I can't anticipate birthdays 'cause I up and forget'em. I know you won't hold that against me, though.
In other happy news, I bought Los Amigos Invisibles' album Arepa 3000: A Venezuelan Journey into Space. And it makes me giddy with the emotion I understand is called love. They're playing in SoCal again with Si Se in February and I already plan to go. I'll go by myself if I have to. Please don't make me go by myself.
Hey, Lor, the new Timbiriche CD comes out in the states on January 15th. If you want one you can get it on Amazon. I bought the latest Rebelde mag issue and they've got a little bitty spread in it. It's cute. And I know you'd want to see it. Haa.
During the funeral I at least got to hang out with cousin Noel and he told me he had a present for me. He bought me an orange crayon plushie. It was a gift and it's my favorite color so I love it no matter what it is. The funny thing, though...if it weren't for the wrapper it would look like a big, fuzzy orange penis. That's okay, though, I love my big orange penis. Oh, and I read the tag just the other day and realized the company that made it is called Manley.
Manley toys for a Manley world, yo.
I don't know what else to write about 'cause I forgot how fucking boring I am. I'll try to be back next week, so please leave me lots and lots of comments, especially if you're sending me a christmas card and would like a horribly belated card in return. Mid April at best. Just kidding.
¡Pásatelas super duuuper!
I will smash your face into---into a JELLY!
It just comes out
Serge
It came as a shock to everyone, my cousin Memo died on the 5th. I won't get into the whats or whys but everyone was like, what the shit. We drove to LA last Wednesday for the wake, and came back home. Then we woke up early on Thursday to drive back to LA for the funeral. My brother didn't want to stay over and we were cool with going both days since he offered to drive there and back anyway.
It was a real bummer being there for the wake but I have to admit that when they started praying the Rosary I almost fell asleep. I wanted to stay out of respect for memo but it was so damned boring I'm surprised he body didn't get up out of his casket and walk out himself.
The funeral was just as crazy. Is it true that they charge you to lower the body during the ceremony? Really? What kind of horse shit is that? Like, some four hundred bucks I heard. Fuck. That. Like those fucks don't make enough money. My brother and the rest of the older cousins stayed behind to make sure they buried his backpack with him. They put his favorite music and some bottles of Newcastle in it. The night after the funeral was great, though. The lot of us all shared our favorite Memo stories. Cousin Pedro had a lot since the both of them hung out quite a bit before he died. My favorite Memo story of all time is still from when all the older cousins were younger, and everyone was at one of my aunts' houses. My Tia asked Memo, "¿Y como quiere sus huevos, mijo?" And Memo replied with, "Ay, tia,¡Con todo mi corazon!"
For those of you who don't habla español, my aunt asks Memo how he wants hiseggs. Eggs in Spanish also being a euphamism for testicles, so the sentence could also be understood as "How do you love your balls?" And Memo replies, "With all my heart."
Memo was known for shit like that.
Beto told us another one where he came home one night with a date and asked Memo to hang out with the girl while he took a quick shower so she wouldn't be bored all by herself. When Beto gets out of the shower his date is on the floor, laughing her ass off. Later she told Beto the joke Memo told her. It went something like:
"I was at a party last night when I saw this group of girls having a good time except for the girl in the middle, who was kind of chubby. Being a nice guy I thought to myself, okay, I'll take the fat girl out.
So I walk up to her and I say, Hey. Fat girl. GET OUT."
Yes, Memo will be sorely missed.
What still bothers me is that Grandma doesn't seem to be taking this well at all. In fact, everyone seems to think she's about ready to die. Memo was buried in the plot next to my Grandpa because Grandma wants nothing to do with that spot. She wants to be buried in Mexico with my uncle Enrique, whom I never got to meet. She's already on uncle Martin's case about going to the Mexican consulate to make sure they can take her body back. I haven't actually seen her but everyone says she's in pretty bad shape. This is not good and I definitely don't want to go to another funeral for a long time. The thought of my Grandmother waiting for death does weird things to me.
And what the shit is up with everyone? I swear, everytime I IM somebody it tells me they're not there, or I just get no response. This blows. And then when I'm online, nobody's there? That blows too.
But now for some happier shit.
Thanks so much for the card, Meg! It's gorgeous. And a belated happy birthday to the JaMeg! I'm sorry, you two; I've been offline so long I can't anticipate birthdays 'cause I up and forget'em. I know you won't hold that against me, though.
In other happy news, I bought Los Amigos Invisibles' album Arepa 3000: A Venezuelan Journey into Space. And it makes me giddy with the emotion I understand is called love. They're playing in SoCal again with Si Se in February and I already plan to go. I'll go by myself if I have to. Please don't make me go by myself.
Hey, Lor, the new Timbiriche CD comes out in the states on January 15th. If you want one you can get it on Amazon. I bought the latest Rebelde mag issue and they've got a little bitty spread in it. It's cute. And I know you'd want to see it. Haa.
During the funeral I at least got to hang out with cousin Noel and he told me he had a present for me. He bought me an orange crayon plushie. It was a gift and it's my favorite color so I love it no matter what it is. The funny thing, though...if it weren't for the wrapper it would look like a big, fuzzy orange penis. That's okay, though, I love my big orange penis. Oh, and I read the tag just the other day and realized the company that made it is called Manley.
Manley toys for a Manley world, yo.
I don't know what else to write about 'cause I forgot how fucking boring I am. I'll try to be back next week, so please leave me lots and lots of comments, especially if you're sending me a christmas card and would like a horribly belated card in return. Mid April at best. Just kidding.
¡Pásatelas super duuuper!
I will smash your face into---into a JELLY!
It just comes out
Serge