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15

If there is a story that takes the prize as ridiculous and pathetic my life is certainly my party of 15.
For starters, I did not want any kind of celebration. My only aim was an electric guitar (and I got a electro), but my mother insisted en organizar al menos una reunión chiquita para familiares y amigos más íntimos.
Como toda madre loca, soñaba con ver a su hijita mayor entrando a su fiesta envuelta en una maraña de tules y volados blancos, de fondo sonando "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" de Aerosmith o el tema de La Bella y la Bestia, bailando el vals un montón de parientes emocionados, y encabezando "el trencito" en el carnaval carioca con un sombrero colorinche y maracas en ambas manos. Sabiendo que la sola idea de ponerme un vestido blanco me descomponía, me propuso alquilar el bar de un compañero de trabajo y hacer todo informal. Yo accedí, como una pobre ilusa, bajo la condición de que sonara únicamente la música que a mi se me wanted.
Not only was that the bar was a dive awful (I know the insurance platenses: BOBI's) but the makeshift DJ useless and wanted to spend cumbia all night, ignoring the list he prepared. Throughout the night they heard the three albums that took me a gift: one of The Strokes, The Vines and one of the best, a compilation of punk rock from the 90's. For the tenth time you hear Flemita I already had a nervous breakdown.
To make matters worse, my mother had a no-no alcohol, and my classmates repeaters (between 17 and 20 years) were beginning to bore significantly, while others went directly to a bowling alley.
For the toast I was already considering lock myself in the bathroom to cry, and when more than half of the guests had gone and passed again cumbia DJ, I stopped considering it and I did.
I could not enjoy it much, because within minutes I found some friends, who sought to warn me that my mother was very angry because he did not like my ass face and because he was giving souvenirs to the people that he was leaving.

ended the night sitting at the door while a colleague was hiding behind me to take drugs through the nose. Was anyone. I understood nothing.