Memories. Saturday Selections No. 8
We were the ones who passed by.
Only we are the past."
I'm so used to my Saturdays being for washing, cleaning, and organizing the house that breaking the rigid pattern becomes a war problem. Warlike in my mind.
Please, "myself," get rid of that uncompromising monotony!
Look, listen, read... I've had to change some important things in my routine, since many times I don't have electricity to at least do the basics. So, despite the fact that life has become a bit complicated for me (amazingly 😬) I proved to myself that I can have more free time at home despite all that. We also learn from difficult things, because we have the power to change our reality on certain occasions just by relocating an object (or a habit) from one place to another because where it is now only offers shadows and doubts.
So, this weekend, after the best hairdresser in my neighborhood put some order into the madness reigning in my head, I went to a party designed for fairly young adults celebrating a second reunion after having studied at a scholarship school more than 35 years ago, alongside their old teachers. Something that has been happening very pleasantly for quite some time now with each group of graduates from all the educational centers in the country, as if it were a tradition adopted by our latest generations.
I estimate that the largest remaining generation in our archipelago ranges in age from 40 to 75... the youngest have left, and those who remain will continue to leave due to the Great Depression.
But this time, the gathering belonged to my boyfriend. It was his party, his people, and his youthful atmosphere... you can't imagine the number of anecdotes I've heard about him, plus the epic stories between students and teachers who ended up forgiving their pranks time and time again.
But it was a time when human relationships were respected and deepened, to the point where today they feel a deep joy every time they decide to get together again to dance, laugh, and tell each other the same surreal stories of the moment. And the best part, of course, was the music. Everyone ordered the same as when you go out to eat at a restaurant: please,the musical menu! Oh my God! Billie Jean by Michael Jackson was the first song that played on the speakers as soon as I arrived, people were trying to perform the famous and difficult choreographies that the king of pop invented, and I was just trying not to laugh too excitedly because come on! we are not 16 years old anymore to wiggle like that... they looked like robots trying to slide their shoes on the floor like Michael Jackson did... or just trying to catch up with breakdancing... a deliberate and frugal act driven by old emotions.... 😂 People were asking for old and wild pop, as well as heavy rock... while I was hooked on that song... 🎶 I'm a BarbieGirl in my Barbie World...🎶 ...Really, do you remember that? I was already tapping my feet to the beat, but I didn't have the courage to run onto the dance floor to release my desire to dance with Aqua. After so many years, it still brings me joy to listen to her, at least that's what it conveys to me, but I don't deny that I now find her childish and girlish due to the change in perspective that occurs with age, right? But what did surprise me—and I told myself, these people are really crazy about music—was a jewel of emeralds and rubies: Born in the U.S.A., by Bruce Springsteen. If the people of my country had understood the lyrics of this song back then, today it would be an anthem of courage and valor for shouting out what hurts us most about our own society. Music is an excellent weapon of struggle and denunciation... Do you know that, do you know that? My God, it can be so powerful if you listen to it inside your heart... and at the same time, I'm so disappointed in people who don't see, who don't hear, who don't understand, who watch life pass by without the will to live, as if others have the right to do so, not you over yourself. Pardon, Pardon,for the excess, was the Bruce song that hit me in the center of my chest. Luckily, Van Van arrived with his Azúcar, and like any true Cuban, my body shook. There isn't a Cuban of my generation who doesn't love these guys; they are, they were, overwhelming and powerful, and I firmly accuse them of having forced me to learn to dance casino, and ruedas de casino, and whatever mess I made of my body, because if I still have some pride in Latin music, I owe it to them. I was in a place where the past wasn't past, time didn't come and go. It was us who believed the past was behind us, but it turns out we ourselves are the past... Thank you, music, for existing.
Oops, I think I can see a finger in the camera! It was just a nice moment between a teacher and his student.
What I didn't tell you is that they tried to breakdance, but all they managed to do was make us laugh.
My foot was definitely moving, am I going to dance or not?
The truth is, it felt so good.
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Well, well... partying after all, that's good to see, this far I'm needind one of those as well. House Weekends are driving me nuts!!!
We need to have our own Hive Festival, why not? At first I thought about not going, but then I said, what the heck, what am I doing grounded at home if there's not much to do without electricity anyway... We need to breathe.
That's a huge truth. We need to breathe.
Hahaha I understand that about the war problem, only in someone's mind, since it happens to me.
I can tell by the pictures that you had a great time, I'm glad you got out of the routine this Saturday.
Thank you, my girl. I'm usually very homey, very domestic... but there are times when I need to get out and change the environment. It's not all work and responsibility... we need to disconnect and recharge.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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It looks like you had a very enjoyable celebration and so much fun.
Becca 🌷
Oh!!! Thanks!!!
Becca Mac, it was a really fun afternoon... we had some delicious aperitifs and the beers were cold. I'm not a big fan of alcohol, but considering the heat, it was worth at least having one.
I didn't have much trouble socializing in this environment because the people were undoubtedly very nice and down-to-earth.
Thanks Becca for commenting on my post.
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Surrounding ourselves with people worthy of our company is the way to do it and, of course, we must also be worthy of theirs. That's what makes a close friends group.
Becca 🌷
You're absolutely right...you're a very nice person.
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A fin and big celebration!
Thank you, my friend, it was truly a fresh, fun, and memory-filled afternoon.
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You were all in a time where there was no time, bringing the past to the present and reliving experiences and good times, especially your husband, and above all with good music, that which will always remain engraved in our hearts and souls.
I didn't know the last song, but the other three, of course! Especially Michael, of whom I am a fan.
What a beautiful reunion you have had, you can feel the happiness of the reunion, even with teachers, that's great. Lots of music, lots of joy and a different day away from the routine. I loved it, a big hug!
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We're the same as before, a little older, more wrinkled, more resentful, wiser. These reunions happen when there's a precious taste of youth well shared and lived, and believe me, it's not always like that. My group from those years wasn't as close as this group... however, my university group was like that, except most of them left the country and very few of us got together... and even then, it's still a fabulous time.
With the music, I was surprised every time a new track came on; they themselves brought the one they wanted to hear to this place, they're truly passionate.
At least I was able to count on a different and very fun weekend... I miss this kind of reunion.
Thank you, friend, you're always so special.
Hugs back.
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Even though we don't have this kind of meetings so often, I hope you have a great weekend! Hugs!
Wow all of you guys- young and older look like you had so much fun!
there's noting better than catching up with not only you old school friends, but also creating a new adult relationships and new bonds with your old teachers.
What a brilliant weekend for you all!
Thank you, it was truly a wonderful meeting and I'm ready to repeat it...😁
Well I'm sure you will have another brilliant catch you then too, so make sure you share that one with us all too!
I also had a catch up with some family members- one after 30 years as it was my aunts 8th birthday so we all got together to suprise her- not quite as fun and playful as yours, but still just as good and significant.
I will post about that later today.