a blog with cultural bulimia.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006


I heard or read somewhere - I don't want to be accused of plagiarizing - that after a certain age what matters (or what should matter) are the fundamentals of life. Quality vs quantity. The friends you made, for example.

I decided to go to Boston last weekend to spend time with my friend José because it was his birthday. We go way back - we use to play with the same dolls, we like to tell people.

I wanted to make him feel how much he matters to me: it was his weekend, it was all about him, even tough it also happened to be Gay Pride and there were all this events going on. I should be thanking him - and I am - for a great weekend. He makes me feel a better person.