I was wandering aroung the zona last night, around 9:30-ish. I was going to call it quits, but, on a whim, wandered into CC just to take a leak and check it out.
The second I walked in the door, there was a lady just checking her coat at the kiosk. She looked familiar, and we both did a bit of a double-take.
Then I smiled, and she smiled. It was Helena (or Elena. She spells it with a silent H). Wow.
I haven't seen her for ages. Last I (or anyone) heard she moved off to DF. But, once a hooker.
I think some of the old timers here will remember her. She used to work CC, then moved off to AB, then went to DF to live with her son, I think. I guess the hairdresser thing didn't pan out? She said she'd gone from DF to Juarez, and then to Algodones earlier this year. Tijuana was too cold. She's supposedly been back in Tijuana for about a month.
Anyway, she does certainly look a bit worse for the wear. She's put on a bit of weight, and looks older. She must be closer to 50 than 40 now. But she still has that maginficent head of hair, and the very best saline implants in the business. She's still ditzy as all get out, and has that dopey fan. She loves to dance. I still love her personality, and she's probably still pretty good in the sack.
Just for old time's sake I bought her a drink (she still loves her tequila) , chatted a bit, played with the twins a little. She said she had to go back to another customer when she finished the drink. No biggie, I wasn't going to go arriba with her, anyway. I tipped her $5, again for old time's sake. She wandered back to the bar where some dude was sitting, apparently waiting for her. I finished my beer, waved to her, and left.
So, nothing exciting happened. It was just a pleasant surprise.