It’s 12:20am, I’m in a writing mood. I actually went to see Santos Renuentes play at a place called Hoy Como Ayer in Miami. The section of Miami this place was located in is known as “Little Havana” and it lived up to its name as I was surrounded by Cubans and the place had a very Cuban-like atmosphere (well, that I could imagine anyway. I haven’t actually been to Cuba yet). But hey, the DVDs they were playing before Santos Renuentes began sounded a lot like Buena Vista Social Club. Santos Renuentes were good again of course. So I won’t elaborate any more on that.
I did get a bit tipsy at the start of the night before Santos Renuentes came on. They were supposed to start at 8:30pm sharp - that’s exactly what the flyer said. I got there 8:30pm sharp, got let in at 8:45pm and then they didn’t actually start until 9:30pm. I had to fill in the time with a couple of beers of course… on an empty stomach. Hello PK!
Anyway, Omar the bassist asked me to send a message to his girlfriend who could not make it to the gig. So I wrote this:
“¡Hola! ¿Como estas? Anyway, it’s PK here. Not Kristian. Kristian left the building a couple of drinks ago. Truth be known, I ordered a presidente but they gave me two. Maybe they heard me say “duo presidente”. They couldn’t understand the accent or something. Hope your study is going well and all. Damn, Cubans have no concept of time. 830 sharp my arse.”
But, it makes me a little sad. People actually prefer to see and talk to PK than Kristian. PK is more fun apparently. Whatever.
DISCLAIMER: I really don’t have a split personality or anything else like that. I just use the alcohol as an excuse so I can act like I really want to without people raising their eyebrows *too* much. Really, it’s true! :-p
