With "La Luchadora" in almost working condition, it was time to tackle the weekend. Saturday morning it was up early and on to play rehearsal. Don't get your knickers in a knot, I'll explain. To make a short story even shorter, one of my students who goes to high school in Atlacomulco, asked me to direct a short scene. How could I say no? I had a great stint as an actor in high school and here was my chance to give back. So I went to the high school to talk with the teacher in charge. Maestro Juanito, or so he is called had a striking resemblance to a clean-shaven Gimley and was very cordial in contracting me. He commented that they never had a theater presentation before and he'd love for me to "share my craft". He had chosen a scene from "El Espejo" which involved a husband coming home to find his wife alone, dressed in dinner attire at three in the morning. Her lover is hiding in the bathroom, wrapped in a shower curtain as she tries to keep her hubby from entering. He finally enters and questions the dame. A plumber, her brother and a whole slew of lies come from her mouth, until the man passes out after being
deceived by his own wife. Not to tough, even if he was giving me only ten days to rehearse and if the students had never acted before, but I love a good challenge. So Saturday I had the "half-way" rehearsal (five down and five to go). Not to toot their own horn, but the kids were stunning: the boy manly and wacky (as the scene called for) and the girl breathtaking (just the way I like it). We rehearsed for a few hours then it was each on their own way (It was Saturday and they were high school students). A low-key evening ensued as I got ready for my debut as a party photographer. A neighbor had called on me to document her daughter's two-year birthday
fiesta. I had my reserves, as I'd never photographed for anything more than for some lousy blog. She waved $400MP under my nose and my camera suddenly had a full battery. Sunday morning she recruited me into helping make tamales and then on to the big photography debut! I snapped some 350 pictures over the course of three hours. How could I not keep snapping away with a specimen
tan linda! The little girl, Melissa, was absolutely stunning. From her not wanting to hurt the
piñata, to eating cake by the fistful , she was lovin' the party. After some formalish shots I took her on a walk by the canal in her favorite toy car. This is where she shined: fake flow
ers in hand and grinning ear to ear. I've also left you with a picture of the near-decapitated Minnie Mouse
piñata and 180 degrees of the mob that flocked. In Mexico there are a few very distinct types of dress, here we see a great example. The
rockero (the rock-and-roller): Judas Priest T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, biker boots, long hair, and sunglasses. It's funny because just by looking at him you know what kind of music he listens to, what he'll ask to drink and where he was last Friday night. In the background we also see a prime example of an adobe shack, clothesline and gossiping women. What a beautiful moment. After the cake was cut and divvied up, I went to take a leak. Folks, there
's no way to put it pleasantly, I peed in the canal. Yes, the family didn't exactly have a bathroom (they did have a sheet partitioning a corner of the cornfield for Number Two), so I had to improvise. It wasn't the classiest thing I'd ever done, but on the way back to the fiesta, I caught Melissa's four year old aunt in a most candid pose. Marian Monserrat (or Monce) as she is called was sitting in the threshold of the shack deep in thought, slowly nibbling her birthday pastel. I stood there for a few minutes snapping away until she saw me and immediately turned beet red. The party was a success and I went home to get ready for another sunny Monday morning.
With "La Luchadora" in almost working condition, it was time to tackle the weekend. Saturday morning it was up early and on to play rehearsal. Don't get your knickers in a knot, I'll explain. To make a short story even shorter, one of my students who goes to high school in Atlacomulco, asked me to direct a short scene. How could I say no? I had a great stint as an actor in high school and here was my chance to give back. So I went to the high school to talk with the teacher in charge. Maestro Juanito, or so he is called had a striking resemblance to a clean-shaven Gimley and was very cordial in contracting me. He commented that they never had a theater presentation before and he'd love for me to "share my craft". He had chosen a scene from "El Espejo" which involved a husband coming home to find his wife alone, dressed in dinner attire at three in the morning. Her lover is hiding in the bathroom, wrapped in a shower curtain as she tries to keep her hubby from entering. He finally enters and questions the dame. A plumber, her brother and a whole slew of lies come from her mouth, until the man passes out after being 
deceived by his own wife. Not to tough, even if he was giving me only ten days to rehearse and if the students had never acted before, but I love a good challenge. So Saturday I had the "half-way" rehearsal (five down and five to go). Not to toot their own horn, but the kids were stunning: the boy manly and wacky (as the scene called for) and the girl breathtaking (just the way I like it). We rehearsed for a few hours then it was each on their own way (It was Saturday and they were high school students). A low-key evening ensued as I got ready for my debut as a party photographer. A neighbor had called on me to document her daughter's two-year birthday fiesta. I had my reserves, as I'd never photographed for anything more than for some lousy blog. She waved $400MP under my nose and my camera suddenly had a full battery. Sunday morning she recruited me into helping make tamales and then on to the big photography debut! I snapped some 350 pictures over the course of three hours. How could I not keep snapping away with a specimen tan linda! The little girl, Melissa, was absolutely stunning. From her not wanting to hurt the piñata, to eating cake by the fistful , she was lovin' the party. After some formalish shots I took her on a walk by the canal in her favorite toy car. This is where she shined: fake flow
ers in hand and grinning ear to ear. I've also left you with a picture of the near-decapitated Minnie Mouse piñata and 180 degrees of the mob that flocked. In Mexico there are a few very distinct types of dress, here we see a great example. The rockero (the rock-and-roller): Judas Priest T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, biker boots, long hair, and sunglasses. It's funny because just by looking at him you know what kind of music he listens to, what he'll ask to drink and where he was last Friday night. In the background we also see a prime example of an adobe shack, clothesline and gossiping women. What a beautiful moment. After the cake was cut and divvied up, I went to take a leak. Folks, there
's no way to put it pleasantly, I peed in the canal. Yes, the family didn't exactly have a bathroom (they did have a sheet partitioning a corner of the cornfield for Number Two), so I had to improvise. It wasn't the classiest thing I'd ever done, but on the way back to the fiesta, I caught Melissa's four year old aunt in a most candid pose. Marian Monserrat (or Monce) as she is called was sitting in the threshold of the shack deep in thought, slowly nibbling her birthday pastel. I stood there for a few minutes snapping away until she saw me and immediately turned beet red. The party was a success and I went home to get ready for another sunny Monday morning.
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so adorable
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