15th of July. A long way to go

15/07/2009.

I can’t move my carcass, my hair is falling out, one of my horns is hanging half-way off, my hooves smell of stale piss, my stomachs are missing some badly-needed sangria, even my tail hurts and I am not even in a condition to be stewed. Even so, I wish this party scene could go on for another forty days more. I am an insatiable bull.

If we could forget the fact that I never managed to have it off, that I was unable to find my friends over half the days of the fiestas; that I was thrown out of the bars almost every night and that I was almost flattened in the txupinazo opening rocket…then I guess we could say I had a hell of a time. But all good things must come to an end. And now I am a “pobredemí” - a poor devil who will not even be brought on a holiday to the seaside now. I will just have to wait round with that silly look on my face of “not long to go” – what a big lie! There is a hell of a wait to go! My only consolation is maybe to get out now and again on some of those wild nights organized by Urmeneta.

In any case, I did my own thing with the damned Pobredemí closing ceremony. I had a few snapshots taken for my admirers, I shed a few tears and I went off on a bender to continue the fiesta with some of those guys who, if they were allowed, they would have Sanfermin all year round. I have no idea where the night will finish. If someone finds me, take me home and put me in disinfectant, or better still, in a bath of kalimotxo. Oh yes, and would someone please remember to take my photos from the balconies, in case they are nicked by someone.