The continuous story of the raffle night

Hullo mate.

I was becoming an English, so I guess I should speak like one of them.

I must continue with the raffle night. I think I left it with a couple, well more than a couple, of champagne glasses. At that time I was partially drunk and, on my own believings, being quite funny. So finally we left the place. We had to walk, but not much, but on our state we decided, they decided, to catch a cub. So I could enjoy a London cab. the inside was big, really big, and comfortable, with loads of space on the back seats. In fact there was enough space for 5 people and the seats were distributed like 3 on the back and 2 on the front, like a table. The cab driver was good, he didn´t talk that much, compared with Spanish taxi drivers, I mean, and he seem to know were he was going, compared with Spanish taxi drivers, I mean again.

So we went on the cab to another raffle, but this time it wasn't our. It was kind of a country party, I mean country music party, on a disco. Those kind of parties have a name, Alice told me but I just forgot, I'm sorry. There was a band playing country music, and people dressed with american cowboy hats and jeans. We drunk more beer and danced. It was really funny, happy and interesting.

Problems started when the band decided to play Anarchy in the UK on a country style. That anoyyed me a bit, I'm really sorry, and I was also drunk. So I decided not to dance and show my dissapointing. I just considered it ridiculous. How can you be an anarchyst playing country music? I guess Sex Pistols would be angry on their graves if they were dead (that's something I'm not sure about, but I guess they are). But people seemed to enjoy it. I told my friends (my raffle mates) about I was a bit pistoff, and they told me not to worry that much (well, I wasn't really annoyed, I was smiling) and that it's like being an anarchyst playing that song on a country style, I still don't believe it.

They finished playing, and they asked if everybody liked it, I said NO on a loud voice with so such bad luck that when I said it everybody was silent, so I was completly heard. I was a bit ashamed, as I was only joking. But nobody was neither angry nor screaming at the Spanish bastard. In fact, I guess nobody realized about what I did, they were drunk also. So the party was over (and not because of me) and we left the place.

There we were walking for a while on the streets on our ways to the different transports we chose for our back trips. I was a bit tired and also walking behind them, they were walking quite fast and I spent the whole day walking, dancing and drinking. There was a traffic sign and I tried to avoid it with the misfortune that something else was on my way. It was kind of a metal and sharp thing in the middle of the street and my right leg found it, exactly on the corner of it. So the pain was considerable high, and I had to stop just to scratch my leg and try not to think about the pain. Alice knows I have problems with my knees, so after she saw me she thought I was having pain on them and I wasn't able to walk properly, and she told the other girls and they came to help me or at least to feel a bit of sorrow for me. Unfortunatly at the precise time they decided to do it I heard two girl voices speaking in Spanish. I was so happy and drunk that I forgot about my pain and jumped and ran to say hello to the girls. The other girls saw it and they forgot about my knees. They weren't dissapointed, they just laughed and thought that it was another joke I made, or at least that's what they said. But I could noticed they were pistoff, not much. I wasn't really lucky as I missed the Spanish girls and also made the others feel disspointed.

We went home, but at that time going home meant to catch a train from Waterloo to Tonbridge, 45 minutes more or less. So Alice and I did, the other girls catched different trains or just went home on a cab (they were only two girls). Alice talks as much as I do, what is really nice and you don't get bored. The problem is I really talk a lot, in fact I never stop talking, but it's always interesting, believe me. We went on the train and there were two seats available. One of them was just empty, but the other was occupied by a slept girl and Alice didn't dare to awake her to ask for the seat. She asked it for me. So I was sitting beside the sleepy and a bit angry girl. And we talked, and talked, and talked. My voice was quite low, but Alice's was a bit louder than me. After 20 minutes, more or less (don't expect me to remember my life completely) I said "I think I was quite funny today", and actually I really believe I was. The sleeping girl said "No, you're not" and I could guess on her tone that she was really angry. I said something but I don't remember what, I guess it was "fuck off, I wasn't speaking with you". After the next stop, the person in front of Alice left the train leaving a seat beside one big boy. So the girl went there, with the boy, and she also hug him. I guess he was her boyfriend, and we (Alice and I) also guessed she was angry with him, that's why she was in such a bad mood. She could have been seating in front of him if she wanted. When we reached the train there were two seats, and one of them was beside the girl. I just wander why she wasn't seated beside her lover, and we just could bet they had an argument.

She stopped at the same station as us. And I did what I always do, and it's being a gentleman letting her leave the train before me, she said "thanks".

The point is Alice was talking louder than me, and also even more than me. Why the girl made that horrible comentary about me being funny? was it because she hated men at that precise moment? or it was just because I was closer to her and I said the unappropiate thing?

The fact is that it was a really interesting night, I promise. Thanks Alice.

See you all soon, there's more things to tell you and so many few time...

Manoel.