Oh my God! It's Fat Tuesday today! It's almost over and I didn't even realize that today was the day. Although I should have known -- many of the people here in the redundantly-named Nina's Coffee Cafe have evidently come out tonight in support of the holiday named after them.
I actually thought I should delete the previous sentence about a hundred times because it's so cruel and fatuous but I decided to let it stand. I kept it because I think it's funny. If you must know,the somatotype of everyone here at Nina's tonight falls well within one standard deviation from the norm for the United States, if leaning a little toward endomorphic in comparison to much of the rest of the world. Dang, them big words certainly go a long way toward smoothing things over, don't they? Go Hulles.
But Mardi Gras is not the topic of this post. Nor People Gras. Neither is the National Hymn of Spain, in Spanish Himno Nacional de España. I woke up singing it this morning, although I suppose "singing" isn't really the right word. As far as I know it doesn't have words, so I just sing shit like "pah pah PAH pah paRUMParumpa humpadumpa." In fact, now that I mention it I imagine any truly patriotic Spaniard would shoot me without the slightest compunction if they ever heard me do that. But still, it's stirring music. They call it a hymn but somehow it gets my blood flowing. I find it addictive, much like many of George Michael's songs post-Wham. It doesn't make me want to conquer shit like "Deutschland, Deutschland über alles, / Über alles in der Welt" does or eat donuts like "O Canada" does but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.
I actually have an MP3 of El Himno Nacional by, sic, "V. larga anterior decreto 1997." My shaky Spanish translation of this is "Very large front thing 1997," an odd name for a band perhaps but I suppose it's no worse than "The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower." My MP3 is lots perkier than the one I linked to above but I can't seem to find out where I got it anymore. I came across the MP3 in the first place because I was looking for "Viva España" which at the time I mistakenly thought was the national anthem of Spain. Turns out this was true during Franco's rule but it has since been replaced by "La Marcha Real," another name for the national hymn I've been talking about. And at this point I have to say if any of this info is wrong, go ahead and tell me but don't expect contrition. After all my research to write this post I ended up concluding that most Spaniards don't know what the hell their national anthem is.
So "El Himno Nacional de España" went well with my usual Kahlua and Grape Nuts this morning. It got me going, got me flowing, got me moving with the groove, got me reeling and writhing and fainting in coils.
Which brings me to the real topic of this blog entry: sex. Need some.