It started out simply enough:
I was actually supposed to be leaving the lovely QRO Friday, but got blessed with the option to stay one more weekend and i took it.
I also got asked to hang out with the Hey Dude Arte Indepiendentes crew before i left,and nervously took them up on it. Whythe nerves?Because this place has all the trappings and seeds of destruction i like about a place swimming around me,and though it hasnt been to the extent of holding on for dear life so as not to misbehave,regress or forget the ish i already know better than doing…it was in the wind, and in a way i didnt find too cute lol.
“We’re going out! And we’re going to DRINK! LOTS!EVERYWHERE!YES????~>:))”
The lead-in to Friday night became this odd toss -up of old lures obviously looking for doorways into the new, and it was a tad exhausting. So… by the time “time” rolled around to get home to get in order to hang, my faith in myself was hanging on by a mere thread, and i had to give it to god that i’d not be stagediving wildly into a throng of thriving Mexicans, all “viva la revolucion!!,” spending the next day wondering how i got home topless and who the f had my panties through the worst hangover so far of my utterly restrained posed to be dirty thirties.
I cant do this-” i muttered to myself, this foreign shyness that has had me in a headlock really since the last part of NOLA[that had loosened up a bit in Mexico]slamming back down as i arrived at the threshold of Kukuruku.
I enter the lobby and ,headed by the usually quiet & unassuming chef, a gang of Roosters grab me, all speaking at once”YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH US TONIGHT!” “ROCKING OUT!YESSSS???” “HOLAAAAA~!!!”
“You’re going out either way, so get over yourself~” Holy muttered softly in my ear…so i agreed to go, on the grounds that i go to this other thing first, and can get home. parameters accepted.
Thank God, the frontal lobe portion of all that “lost clothes” ish was “gave it to God” lolol. I walked to the store through massive, frenetic squalls of folks on the make after dark in downtown QRO,with each step knocking off demons.
“Do i know El Centro well enough to find my way back to the Hotel at 5 oclock in the morning,drunkoff my ass through all these indian trails burnt into the grid?” [logical Virgoan questions that had to be considered once upon a time in certain situations]…and upon arriving was greeted with the warm, goofy, lopsided grins that had made me have to say yes in the first place as i was passed a QRO-style makeshift cup that was promptly filled with beer.
Hours later, all sprawled on the floor Of the store where we were to meet to head out, coated with conversations in Spanish, English and everything in between in regards to art, comics, drugs-i now officially know WHY QRO is so safe lol-and mostly heated arguments about music- Cafe te Cuba is NOT Mexico’s Beatles to anyone but the guy who swore up and down off in the cut to me that they were as he put some on, love of Churros is worldwide, but churros doesnt Always mean the churros i’m hooked on, though they all are addictive- I look up, and they’d gone on a beer run and brought back..INDIO-lol-
It was possibly the coolest, simplest hang-out i’d had in a very long time…And though not trashed, i dont know if it was the mellow groove all was in ,the music, or what, but when i had to leave to meet up with the team back at the hotel, i was significantly and sufficifiently beamed lol.
Next thing i know, I’m pulled down a dark cobblestoned street i’m sure i was just on, and up onto the roof of this gardenpub-type thing that looks over Queretaro, a microphone is shoved in one hand, a bottle of Leon in the other, and-
That’s right. After 12 years of abstaining in honor of past tokyo decadence, I, Angel Brynner, was shoved into a circle of raging animals screaming for the satisfaction of yours truly making eardrums bleed lmao.
Remember that scene from “My Best Friend’s wedding” where Cameron Diaz stuns the crowd with her horrific rendition,which in turns wins said crows over? Well it was like that with lots of Alcohol, fire, baying at the moon, sirens and ish as any and all shyness left trying to have a residual hold on me spontaneously burst into flames with the first Galileo.
That’s right, yours truly belted Bohemian Rhapsody over the rooftops of Queretaro, inspired by the drunk guy in the back of the cab yall sent me on FB lol.
It went downhill from there. But in a grand glorious way-The chef- who it turned out we were celebrating due to it being his Last Friday as head chef- He’s going to start his own ship-& YEs, my friends, there IS a loud, depressing Mexican torch song CALLED Last Friday that was bellowed by him up into the atmosphere so loudly that the whole quarter seemed to shake lol- I mean, there were MANY great, insane, WWF-like attributes to the night that i can and will revel in for some time after this, but the chef…Blew me away- He Lost his eva-loving mind as soon as that mic hit his hands.
Mexican Karaoke…is a full-contact spot, with stage-diving, table leaping, sprwling on the floor on your back, kicking your legs up in the air-roughly shoving your friends, demanding all kinds of gasolina and other crazy shit of folks you- It was like Mexican Wrestling, with a microphone. In the midst of the Mosh-pit like melee that it kept teetering towards, i looked out over this strange city i’ve taken into my heart over the past two weeks,and it just sparkled like shards of glass against the screams of the mad tribe i’d found myself amongst in the middle of the night. I am in a quarter of, as the young-uns who drank us all onto the floor earlier that night put it, Artists, young and old.
…as the beer from earlier in the night began to try to bully the alcohol newly checking out the digs, and the madridean that showed up at Kukuruku out of nowhere, who’d help ante up the madness of the singalongs by getting into a shoving match-come- pissing contest with said Chef Spectacular before turning on me,toss her under the singing bus-style by forcing me into having to sing, of All things a cranberries song out of nowhere, going “come on!Lenny Kravitz!” nevermind How he “knew” of any connection between those two random groups just off the top of his head:/- I literally drew the line right then and there, lol’d and headed home.
It was 2am according to the guy who lolol- locked up FOH for a bit once everyone was “in” for the night and came over to party through a few songs with everyone else. Everyone that had to be back,some as early as 6am this morning, were still there as i headed out fully dressed lol. A FUN night,indeed- easy-breezy across the way. My ass was supposed to be on a daytrip bus at 645am. But i knew it wasnt happening. Next thing i recall is finding out it was 2am[still?], and I was in bed, scrounging myself out of it and into a shower. After that, there was silence, and a demand for coffee that turned out to come at 9am[i thought it was noon], and turned out to be so i’d have the energy to go back to sleep. And finally, I was up, having slept it all off by about an hour after noon.
Running into today all who were present last night has been a hilarious procession of sheepishness, giddiness, bold-faced shame coated with glee… and unfortunately, a little bit of shock, sadness & melancholy, that i was Just made privy to as i was writing this.
We were laughing about last ight up in the kitchen and suddenly she goes “Did anyone tell you what happened After you left?”
“No-what?” i asked, expecting someone jumped from the rooftop terrace we were on down onto the dancefloor or something akin to that kind of ‘the worse.”
“Sous Chef and his friend got into a car accident. Few blocks from their home.”
My jaw dropped.
Turns out…their friend fell asleep at the wheel.
I’m still a bit stunned as i finish this.
Car totalled. Both with Whiplash, but no significant bruises or bleeding.
It could’ve been any of the ones i was out with.It maybe even could’ve been me if I hadn’t underscored “Ok, i’m down, but PLEASE keep it close to home lol… please?I have to do xyz first and probably will already be a bit lit lol probably.”
But what i truly and deeply…what i really wish is that it had been nobody.It was a great night. And it sucks that…due to what made it a great night powering on…some of that greatness got so easily undone.
Nobody is dead. but we all are sobered up considerably.