Crooning on my STEREO: Punto y Aparte by FRAN PEREA
KNOCK... KNOCK... HELLO???!?!?
Something tells me that 2006 will be MY YEAR. On the last day of 2005, I received a UCL letter with my long awaited MA results. Kiss my butt... I've got a DISTINCTION. The day before, I was offered an event management job on probation with an advertising agency. This country obviously doesn't want me to grace their screens.
Okay. JOBS ASIDE.
Most importantly, I am having a BLAST. Look at some of the people I spent the 2006 countdown with
Jane and Kracker. All that screaming in the car, god forsaken heat and manic crowd paid off. I miss Jane. And I WILL miss Kracker.
I've been trying so hard to refrain from turning this into some dumbass PHOTOBLOG. But I can't help but to include the first (half) conscious picture I took on the first hour of 2006
He was our private escort. And I wont tell you his name.
One more thing, the JD Sport clad boy in the photograph below serenaded us for 20minutes. Apparently he is famous. Erm, WHO????
There are some kickass action going on The Spanish Chronicles