I'm worried! That's definitely the good life be fat, it seems that the habit of eating as a degenerate is consolidated over time. I do not know if my new gastronomic delights have to do with the imminent arrival of the third decade or considerable improvement of my finances, but if I continue with this plan very soon die of an overdose terrible food. Perhaps it would be a dignified death of a tycoon like me.
After getting used to eating in the street every day is almost impossible to stop : you walk from restaurant to restaurant regardless of price and start to believe a lot of urban gourmet. The waiters greet you with affection and respect-trial waiting for a juicy tip and chefs come to ask you what you felt that palate with such delicacy. I can not me and my ridiculous!
In restaurants you always known personalities, people with big pockets world and politicians of the fourth, writers talk about literature, you cursed when you offer them a drink, you look at millions maids wanting to propose you a night of lust and passion. In general it's fun ...
The climax of the matter is when you cry, Medina! ... Oh! I feel like I fall 150 years of a single carajazo. These guys are forgetting that I am a poor child of 26 when they start talking of prosperous times and Venezuela Romulo Betancourt and company. Please! I am of the generation for Black Friday here. That is, the decline ...
worried when I finished I started to consider my birthday at La Estancia, Tarzilandia or Maute Grill. What's happening?, "I am part of this elite ridiculously early?, Could I have replaced once and for all the faithful Solera Verde by scotch Buchanan's sober? No way! Trying to fill my
premature aging, yesterday I met some lifelong friends and went to eat burgers dogcatcher. That is life!
By the way, suggestions for celebrate my birthday?
After getting used to eating in the street every day is almost impossible to stop : you walk from restaurant to restaurant regardless of price and start to believe a lot of urban gourmet. The waiters greet you with affection and respect-trial waiting for a juicy tip and chefs come to ask you what you felt that palate with such delicacy. I can not me and my ridiculous!
In restaurants you always known personalities, people with big pockets world and politicians of the fourth, writers talk about literature, you cursed when you offer them a drink, you look at millions maids wanting to propose you a night of lust and passion. In general it's fun ...
The climax of the matter is when you cry, Medina! ... Oh! I feel like I fall 150 years of a single carajazo. These guys are forgetting that I am a poor child of 26 when they start talking of prosperous times and Venezuela Romulo Betancourt and company. Please! I am of the generation for Black Friday here. That is, the decline ...
worried when I finished I started to consider my birthday at La Estancia, Tarzilandia or Maute Grill. What's happening?, "I am part of this elite ridiculously early?, Could I have replaced once and for all the faithful Solera Verde by scotch Buchanan's sober? No way! Trying to fill my
premature aging, yesterday I met some lifelong friends and went to eat burgers dogcatcher. That is life!
By the way, suggestions for celebrate my birthday?
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