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Growing older is only fun up until a certain age. As kids we quite enjoy it, why not? Regalos, cake, friends, clowns, etc. But even as we enter our teenage years we have learning how to drive, later curfews, and graduating from high school to look forward to. Past that, its 18, becoming a real adult and then...breaking the teenage barrier of 20.
And that barrier, we did break last weekend. David is still running through the enjoyment ages. It wasn't a hard break, but we definitely put a dent in something. Probably the wallet more than anything, but if you compare a night out on the town in Bogota to one in the States, we fared pretty well. I am always down for a good birthday celebration myself and I fully expected to play my role in David's demise, but I won't lie. I was distracted and partook lightly. But without a doubt. Fun was had.
For David, the night, was a success. The secret goal was to get him annihilated enough to dance just a little, hit on a girl just a little and remember just a little after. We managed to score him 2 out of the 3. For me, I was happy enough to take part in yet another growing up day of David's. Nineteen was an entertaining learning experience. Twenty was par, tomorrow it would be above par. Twenty one will be, well let's just wait and see.
Dinner the night before had been scrapped due to logistical issues. In other words, not wanting to interrupt a binge. Postponed to the next day, we hungoverly went out to an early dinner at Andre's Carne de Res. Most likely, the most famous steakhouse in Bogota. The food was great, the drink menu looked superb, but we were still quite exhausted. David voiced loudly his desire to return home to bed and watch movies for the rest of this celebratory day. Booooring...
I had other plans. He became wide awake later as we pulled into the parking lot outside the venue hosting The Killers concert. David had been begging people on Facebook for weeks to buy him tickets for his birthday, but no one offered. So sad. Unknown to him these tickets had been purchased many weeks before and somehow, someway been kept a secret up until this point. Throughout the birthday celebrations, the birthday dinner, and the most difficult "Where are we going?" in this car in what seem like an hour north of Bogota as the lights of the city passed away in the distance. "Oh...there is a big Christmas lights display out here somewhere, Andrea's parents wanted to show it to us...Sorry dude...I was a little confused myself...".
As we pulled in past crowds starting to gather he started looking for signs of confirmation that I was telling a lie. But, none could be found. "Happy Birthday Fucker..." as I slapped the tickets against his chest, his eyes lighting up like the fake Christmas lights we were not going to see. The concert rocked. The opening band did not. Who cared. Had it not been for the night before, they were selling Johnnie Walker in a The Killers branded Nalgene bottle. Half smashed crowd started singing English lyrics in an Colombian accent a cappella before the show started. Then the real show hit. The lights. The sounds. The Vegas experience. The set list was perfect. Human opened, When You Were Young closed. David was no longer as young, he had passed into the 20s leaving the 10s behind...
drinks, birthdays, beer, girls, Bogota, The Killers, music, concerts, holidays, food, Colombia
Posted By:
Brendon
11/27/2009