Bang goes the plan? Noooooo!

Always the same. When you are looking forward to anything, some sort of goblin has to appear just to make you balls itch and shake everything.

Concert next Friday. Vetusta Morla playing in Vigo. The plan is: meeting my friends maRia and Lola and spending the night together listening to the music, singing to the top of our voices and not sleeping a minute.

Sounds good, eh?

Yep. Sounds good and it’s actually the best plan for a weekend. Friends, music and fun.

Then my question is:

Why the hell do I catch a f***in’ cough precisely now?

But I’ll be there. Coughing or not (better the second option, please, yes, thank you). Next Friday I’ll go to that concert with my friends, alive or alive. (Dead would be silly, of course).

Understood?

Jolly good.

Thank you so much for your attention, have a nice day!

In any case, going to a concert is always a heal for you pain, innit?

What for?

Ok. Quite for sure all this is simply suicidal. Why would a Spanish speaker like me try to write a blog in English?
Well, a friend of mine (who is convinced that my English is not crap, dunno exactly why) encouraged me to do so. So here I am, at the very beginning of the story.
Hell knows where and when all this will come to an end.
Any mistakes (of any kind, say, those not-so-terrible and those how-the-fuck-could-you-write-this, as well) are of my own and born from my brain.
Enjoy! :D