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Once apon a time ... in Barcelona
As the sun was rising, we went to a garage where the cars had been covered by tarps and people were dancing. The smell of oil mixed with the flashing disco lights and the doof-doof music.
A girl swirled around with a boa made of turkey feathers - iridescent black with hints of blue and green. For a moment it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I told her so and she gave it to me. I didn't know if it was meant to be for a loan or forever.
A boy glazed at me and asked "You are?" I told him I was fabulous but he was asking my name not my state of mine. For the rest of the night I was known simlply as "fabulous".
I chatted to drag queens in the international language of "great shoes" and danced and drank until it got too late to stay.
I returned the turkey boa and headed back my hotel. The road back was lined with locals waiting for celebrities who were opening a Planet Hollywood but, for a moment, I thought they were cheering for me.
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posted by R.H. : 6:39 am
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