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The last party



was one of those parties that came in bursts niuyorkinas before Christmas and disappeared with the New Year. On the day you could see on a stage framed Walt Disney exit humming carols and at night, drunk dancing in the street Rapture Morgan. The first thing I was impressed by the American habit of escaping from reality through the most naive fantasies, when he was 10 years loathed animated monkeys roamed Manhattan, and now as a large mall giant stuffed animals, lights and loud bells that sought to recover a lost childhood world. Secondly, I liked it because it went beyond the familiar picture of Christmas in Chile, with the arrival of At night people my age I said Happy hollydays and toned and you invited to parties that ended in catharsis at the end of the year.
At first I did not understand that Christmas was synonymous with "party." See all kinds of people parading around Easter tree with a drink in hand, talking loudly, dancing, hugging just because, was it more like a futuristic crib. Finally, the town lit firecrackers instead of candles, kept harass her false naivete and did what he does best (and who else is their single most genuine tradition): the eternal party pop.
So yesterday, almost without thinking, I jumped in a taxi with a group of friends and ended up in a loft in Bushwick or East Williamsburg, as they prefer to tell the snobs. Long time that did not socialize, and as I poured a glass of California merlot with cherry-flavored gum, and looked around me-rotating trios of people planning to go home together, cute guys you have no idea (nor do you care) what they think women would be models in my country but here were simply beautiful and wild girls, gay adult age ambiguous no expiration date, I thought that maybe this would be my last party.
Suddenly I felt a spirit reunited with fossilized niuyorkino he believed, a spirit that only emerge, lies, dies and is reborn in this part of the planet and has a smell as reliable as a slice of pizza. I had the impression of being in New York in 2002, where people expected to fly the city as they danced above their hands. Now also were people dancing on top of your hands and I guess that was enough to give me the impression that with all this chaos was back in order. That, plus the fact that no one asks the other who he was and we were all just for a while, friends of Fred.