Gal is back

I got the urge today finally after two months to write again. I check this blog as often as Rhianna gets Chris Brown angry; I'm too scared. Today something tingled inside me. I went for a run along the Charles in Charge and as I was listening to some reggaeton (Nigga Flex's "Te Quiero") it clicked: I'm sad about Cuba because I was so happy there.

Now, every once in a while a gal has her moments. You know what I'm talking about. Those special little moments where you sneak into your room, pull out the box of Ho Hos, a 40 ounce and cry your night away. Like a sack of wet rice and beans it hit me that I had my moments because looking back makes me happy. They were tears of joy mixed in with a dash of pena.

So maybe I don't drink as much rum now that I'm back in the Estados Unidos, but renaming this blog to Vodka for Your Life! doesn't sound so healthy.

Stay tuned.

P.S. I know this is the gayest thing ever...but I have to share it.



There is a "Gal on the Go" Barbie!!!