Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Bad Ass Chick from the Moulin Rouge

The funny thing about life is that you seldom realize how one person can shape your destiny. True, you are responsible for walking through your little own “road less traveled” á la Frost, but sometimes a person’s actions can open the door that leads you right into your own Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. One word, one action, one opportunity and your life is changed forever. I realized last night that for me, that person is Courtney Dao (Curni María para ennicharle un poco el nombre). She was supposed to be a ballet dancer, afterwards a Lawyer. Shortly after, her fate was to become a Marine but she settled for nothing else than being what she should have been since the beginning: a rock star.

I met Curni in college when I was eighteen. I remember that my first assignment in Law School was to write down your ambitions in five, ten and twenty years. I had none. I entered college with a hangover. There was no interest in having ambitions when you spent all your nights under the glitters of a disco ball and had the absolute certainty that all your high school friends would be in your life forever. No matter what you studied you would end up just like your parents: married, wealthy and fabulous. Little did I know that a single action by Curni Margarita would crumble my false paradigms and thus change my life forever: she sold me an application form.

Truth is, that application form came in a period in my life where I was bored to pieces. The glitterati and the friends with two last names offered (and still do) decadent entertainment but left little room for newspaper conversation. The crystal balled path that showed me as an ancient was just too suicidal. I was living in a world of beige. And beige I entered into that first meeting where Courtney was Head Delegate nine years ago. There they were: the colors, sounds and sensations I so desperately needed. People who did not settle for anything less than dying your hair green like Sara, being “relaxed just relaxed” like Sicilia, cackling your way through life like Mayen or having the opportunity to use the word “preposterous” in a phrase like Bibi. There was a world of Philosophers with Mickey, a room full of music with Franco and admiration for Cruella De Vil in Michi’s unusual styles. I still had no idea where I was going in life but then I met Moirah who willingly held my hand.

That application form led me to nights of confessions; towards the formation of critical thinkings and to fully understand the value of the word “team”. Curni’s single action taught me the importance of transcending my own classroom and engaging in conversations that stimulate the psyche while never forgetting that a beer with friends can lead to tunes of merriment. It led me to value my other friends, to talk directly to my parents, to question what was unquestionable and to experience the responsibility of representing your university and your country beyond our borders. Even if it was just a game.

The door Curni opened for me led me to know more about me and what I want in life. It got me the interviews for the jobs I wanted. It got me into writing, into thinking about politics and into photographically documenting the life of my friends. It gave me the greatest opportunity to lead a team and watch it triumph and then start from scratch as Father Tots and help two hundred other people experience the sensation of sailing on the Golden Ship of Sails.

Surprisingly I don’t see Curni often. It was a trip back to memory lane last night when I paid her a visit at the Moulin Rouge to see her play with her band “Las Greta Garbo’s” (amazing chick band that plays soundtrack tunes). Right there with old and new friends cheering on her show, I couldn’t help but feel like a groupie from “Almost Famous”. That’s when I realized the inevitable: the person who opened the door of my world had also opened hers. And she had followed the advice I had given her when she was the Super Trooper and I was His Naked Highness the Duke of the Namibs. She was dancing like no one was watching.-

4 comments:

Rol said...

Hear Hear!!
Let us raise our glasses all the in one way or another have experienced buying that Aplication form which has led us "to nights of confessions; towards the formation of critical thinkings and to fully understand the value of the word “team”. Curni’s single action taught me the importance of transcending my own classroom and engaging in conversations that stimulate the psyche while never forgetting that a beer with friends can lead to tunes of merriment. It led me to value my other friends, to talk directly to my parents, to question what was unquestionable and to experience the responsibility of representing your university and your country beyond our borders. Even if it was just a game.

The door Curni opened for me led me to know more about me and what I want in life. It got me the interviews for the jobs I wanted. It got me into writing, into thinking about politics and into photographically documenting the life of my friends. It gave me the greatest opportunity to lead a team and watch it triumph and then start from scratch as Father Tots and help two hundred other people experience the sensation of sailing on the Golden Ship of Sails"
even if the door wasen't open for Courtney, it has taken us to that amazing place.

great post dude
and Courtney Rock star suits you more than military intelligence

Kaiser Xavier said...

Great article, but shouldn't you give some kudos to the amazing photographer? ;)

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Javier Moya-Antonini said...

Coño, Toto.

Looking Courtney up to congratulate her for her Birthday, this came up. Oldie but Goldie.

Thanks for the stroll down memory lane. God bless the day we all bought the "planilla"

Abrazo
JMA

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