Catracho Para Siempre

so I haven't updated in a while and there is a lot to talk about....hmm, I am jobless now. I got fired yesterday. sucks ass. I have a lovely gf, who funny enough lost her job not long ago either. But she didn't get fired like I did. Football season started last night. That's HUGE, lol. Now I'm unavailable sundays too. I spent three days in NYC not long ago and the ultimate highlight was my visit to the Riverside Cafe. The one place in the entire island of Manhattan where any die-hard Red Sox fan can go watch a game in peace. It was amazing. From the bar shaking from the subway rumbling underneathe us (hey, the bar HAS to be in a basement, for safety's sake) to the countless memorabilia and fans that gather there. Its, no pun intended, a great underground club. Discovered my favorite dance club in the Village, its called Suba and its a trendy Latin club that plays all early 90's hits. It was a nice walk down memory lane. And, of course, the chicks and the dancing were hot :)

Anyway, that's my update for now, if anyone has any job opportunities I may be good for, please, help me out???

Alright, so if you are reading this post, you are cordially invited to Nahum's 23rd birthday bash. It will be on June 11th at BarCelona in Hartford. That saturday will be ultimate salsa night so bring your dancing shoes on, no one that shows up will not leave without dancing with me at least one song :-) It will be a lot of fun, I guarantee it :-) For directions, questions, chit chat and jokes, email me at vergon86@yahoo.com. Melissa, yo se que no tenes 21 pero llamame que encontramos una forma para que entres! :-) And please spread the word, I know nick and otoole don't get online much, and I want them to go too, so please mel and hope, let them know. Lyska, ms. salsacracker, you better be there, I want to see your salsa moves :-D
Gracias. -Nahum

Well, last week was pretty cool. I went out on Thursday to le café du spigot in Hartford, alias The Spig. Hung out with Gabe, Val and Gio, where, after more than a couple of beers, planned our trip to Latin America. We’re gonna buy a brand new car, drive through mexico, Honduras, Colombia, Venezuela, brazil, argentina and then return through chile and peru. We said we were gonna go two years to the date, April 7th, 2007. LOL. Watch us in the “SUV Diaries”. I hung out with Erin on her birthday on Saturday, went to see Fever Pitch. Awesome movie!!! Brought great memories to mind :-D Sunday I watched the Masters and uber-cleaned the house. Its immaculate now. My sister is back from Honduras, brought me a bottle of rum *drool*

Siento que esta noche saldre
Siento que una cita tendre
Se que me comunicare
Con el Diablo

Please mark your calendars now….my birthday is on june 11. I might be moving back to Honduras the weekend following that one, so I’d really like to get together with everyone for my birthday to just say my goodbyes. I know I haven’t been the most communicative (is that even a word?) the past year or so, but it would mean the world to me if you are there. Shit. I’m gonna miss the U.S. if I go.

How often does it happen to you that when you sit to update this journal your mind goes blank? I've been wanting to update for a while and had several ideas but I sit now with absolutely nothing in my mind. Let's see...I'm reading a good book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. His style is superb. My pc at home is busted (de puta madre). I need to fix it but haven't had the time. Last weekend was awesome, had a three day weekend...casino thursday, spigot friday, fam bbq sat and easter sunday. But I want to fucking dance this weekend :-D


Quiero estar contigo en una playa azul
oyendo una bossanova y tú dejándote besar.
Hoy soñe que te acostabas junto a mí,
sonriendo me oías decir no quiero despertar.

have you ever had a bum day and all of a sudden you listen or remember that perfect song that lights you up as soon as you start humming it? Doesn't necessarily have to relate to what you're going through in that moment, but its just a cool, feel-good song.

Running low on energy, last week was brutal at best....anyone got any ideas on quick picker-uppers?

Erin picked me up from work last night. That was cool, haven't seen her since before christmas. Made a new friend this week: ms. llwinks :-) Happy to know we can now be drinking buddies lol A guy from work didn't show up yesterday. Apparently he had a fight with his wife and now he's MIA. We're all worried now, but knowing him, he's prolly with some broad in Atlantic City. There were three birthdays in my family this week: my sister (6th), niece(8th), bro-in-law(10th), yes, I have a big family, I'm latin american, remember? we got not tv down there. Needless to say, there will be dinner, drinks, and cake somewhere tomorrow night. Hooking up with Valeria sometime tonight, I got an idea about a business we're going to go over. I think this could work, but we'll have to wait and see. I'll update later on that. And then we're going to our favorite spanish rock spot. Should be awesome, haven't been to that place since december.

Later

alright, so this is why I don't post as much.

I hate all the fucking drama in lj. I'm tired of people using this tool as a venting machine. I'm sure you all have your troubles, but unless its advice you need on something, just deal with it. Great weekends, fun in the snow, caught a great movie, all dandy with me. My bf is cheating on me, my mom/sister/best friend is such a bitch, my teacher is such an asshole...too bad, we all deal with those things.

The fact of the matter is that if you choose to take the time to write about something that happened to you during a period of time, let it be significant enough to warrant your time. If you choose to write about something sour, you are essentially perpetuating the ugly thoughts. Not that "thinking nice thoughts" will erase everyday problems you may have, not at all. But not keeping that drama in your head might help you gain a little more perspective about how insignificant it may be.

Punks. lol

:: reminiscing ::
< sigh >
Honduras. The holidays always make me remember the good ol' times. You can forget your problems in Honduras cause people will tell you their problems and trust me, they'll be worse than yours, any day of the week. Life there seems longer. Goes by slower. My childhood there was chill. I'd wake up in the morning, get some juice and sit in my neighbor’s porch, arm in arm with Angie, Kelvin aka The Bullet, Axel, Danni and we'd all try to make ourselves fit into one big hammock. We'd play some fut, all morning long. People would pass by and sit for a while and hang. Then we'd all go to the pool for a dip.
Then the water comes on (running water was accessible only at certain times) and we all go home, eat, take a shower and meet up again. That was my home. As dirty and poor as it is. When the water and lights get cut off at any random time, there’s nothing like sitting outside your house with your girl and your friends and family and just let the day pass you by.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Yo dije: " Te busco en mil lados y no se que hacer para remediar el mal. Perdimos por no querer cambiar. Si asi es como queres yo me ire muy lejos. Pero me vas a odiar y yo te voy a amar."

Happy new year everyone.

He intentado todo por hacer que el tiempo desaparezca. Todo me ha sido inútil. Intente soñar por un indeterminado momento para hacer que nada pareciera tener principio ni fín. Intente mantenerme inmóvil sin parpadear por horas pero despues de un rato hubieron ruidos y movimientos que me regresaron el estado del tiempo. Bueno, intente hasta cambiar ‘la rutina diaria’ para que el tiempo me pareciera al reves. Despertar por la tarde y acostarme al amanecer, cenar a las tres de la manana y tomar el desayuno al anochecer. Vestirme, para nadie, de traje y corbata, cuando mi familia se echaba a dormir, pero mis intentos fueron en vano.

El tiempo siempre haya una forma de alcanzarnos. Vivir una especie de crisis de media vida a mis 22 años no es facil. No tener ni un principio ni un final, una razon para amar ni despreciar parece dejarme sin un sentido por el cual levantarme por las mananas y estar gozoso por estar en esta tierra. Muchos diran que mis intentos de encontrarme son tontas. Pero son lo que son: intentos. Al fin del día lo único que me quedan son esos intentos fallídos de querer saber por que hacemos lo que hacemos. Son intentos fallídos que de una u otra manera se vuelven mi identidad que en vez se vuelven la razon por la que me levanto. Se vuelven mi propia rutina.

Me dejan saber que hasta los que dicen ser locos tambien viven bajo las mismas reglas escritas para los demas.

Friends and liars don't wait for me
I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
under my heels
and still too close to you
I feel

hello boys and girls,
just wanted to pass along my new email address: vergon86@yahoo.com. Please send me all email here as I am no longer at the hartford. gracias locos

So. Its 5am and I can't sleep. So I'll post. Got news tonight that the mother of a good friend of our's passed away on monday night. They're gonna take her body back to honduras so she can be buried over there cause that's how she would've wanted it.
If I were to die any time soon, I think I would want to be buried in honduras too. Though of course it doesn't matter where my body comes to rest, I think I'd like to return to my country. Or cremated. I really don't see the point of spending 20 to 30 grand on a funeral for my dead body. I mean, I'm dead, right?

A pack of cigarettes has to be the most satisfying purchase of any given day. There's sheer volume, for one thing. You're not buying five or ten of anything, not even a dozen. Not us. We're buying 20 moments. Twenty chances to unfold our ancient lighter, with the associated pleasure of 20 whiffs of butane and the minimum 20 thumb-rasps on the flint. But go further. Twenty trips to the coutyard, where other smokers gather to lean against doorways, kicking at their shoes. In every city, outside every office, we congregate. We are a nation unto ourselves. The handshake. The tapping of the cigarette against the palm. The first curl of smoke against the eye. We've bought into something with that pack. Twenty first drags. Twenty glances at the sky, 20 conversations about the Patriots or about that rain cloud, about your sister or the other guy's girlfriend, about how much you hate the war, about how good the breeze feels when the sun is falling behind the trees.

In another era, these would be our moments of repose, the kind of things painters would concentrate on. In a more forward-thinking culture, you might expect workers to be forced to step outside 20 times a day, to give themselves three minutes to every 30, to gather in small pods, if only for the sheer accident of conversation. For all their troubles, smokers get this much. We are drawn to it. Despite ourselves, despite the flood of warnings and sidelong glances, despite the castigations of children and government alike, smokers locate themselves in their day and we pause.

whew! what a weekend...first the happy hour on friday...then golf sat, then dancing at carioca sat night, then bbq sunday, then bowling sunday night with Nick. I'm physically hurting today, need some rest.

Last night's happy hour was a huge success! Thanks for everyone who came. Thanks to Marie for sticking out till the end even after I *almost* yakked on you. Didn't even wake up with a hangover today :-)

The first time I saw you
You were chasing down
A cyclone
All alone in a field
With rail yards and clovers
I kept rolling on and never thought
You'd wind up chasing me

Well settle down I won't hesitate
To hit the highway
Before you lay me to waste
Settle up and I'll help you find
Something to drive
Before you drive me insane

You're tired of walking and you
Loathe the ground
The sidewalk will barely
Touch your feet and life moves
Too slowly to hold you down
With ringing hands
You take it out on me


So get yourself a car and drive it all night long
Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind

Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK] You are Super-Cool! Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here. Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com

but I always felt like a nerd....

Stayed home from work today to take care of the mom and the pop. One can't do a lot of physical activities and the other has a swollen knee. Mom and pop are getting old. amazing, I still think they're in their forties...

Feeling outdoorsy this weekend. Anyone wanna do something this weekend?

aaahh...the three day weekend is finally here...
TO DO this weekend:
1. Date tonight (drinks and dancing WILL be fun. Haven't done salsa in a long ass time)
2. NYC all day sat...manhattan in the morning, soccer at whitestone park at 3, benihana at night. (note to self: Do NOT bring gabe, he WILL get drunk again)
3. Hope's and my aunt's bbq on sunday.
4. Sleeping and hanging out with nina on monday.

aaahh...the three day weekend is finally here...