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{{byline|last=Mailer|first=Susan | {{byline|last=Mailer|first=Susan|note=On October 26, 2013 Susan Mailer gave the keynote address at the Eleventh Annual meeting of the International Norman Mailer Society in which she recaptures key memories of time spent with her father in Mexico.|url=https://prmlr.us/mr14smai}} | ||
Bags of ice, bottles of rum and tequila, and cold beer. It was Friday evening in Mexico City and time for the fun to begin. Mom and Salvador went out or entertained every weekend. Sometimes the parties were in their home, others at bars, dancing salons or at friend’s homes. This time it would be at their place. It was a large crowd with expats and Mexicans, musicians, lawyers, doctors, writers, taxi drivers and one or two unemployed friends. Dad and Adele were in town for a few months and would be arriving at the party soon. I could hear the noise and music from my bedroom, bottles opening, ice clinking in glasses, people laughing. All of this fascinated me and I was thrilled every time I was invited into the living room and could be a part of the group. In one of these parties, I was told later by Mother that Dad got into a fight with someone who gave him a bloody nose and, Salvador seeing that his buddy was getting punched, jumped in to help him losing his two front teeth in the battle. I was proud that Dad and Chavo were so friendly. I also felt that I had two moms and two dads, which didn’t make my mother very happy but it apparently amused Dad. | Bags of ice, bottles of rum and tequila, and cold beer. It was Friday evening in Mexico City and time for the fun to begin. Mom and Salvador went out or entertained every weekend. Sometimes the parties were in their home, others at bars, dancing salons or at friend’s homes. This time it would be at their place. It was a large crowd with expats and Mexicans, musicians, lawyers, doctors, writers, taxi drivers and one or two unemployed friends. Dad and Adele were in town for a few months and would be arriving at the party soon. I could hear the noise and music from my bedroom, bottles opening, ice clinking in glasses, people laughing. All of this fascinated me and I was thrilled every time I was invited into the living room and could be a part of the group. In one of these parties, I was told later by Mother that Dad got into a fight with someone who gave him a bloody nose and, Salvador seeing that his buddy was getting punched, jumped in to help him losing his two front teeth in the battle. I was proud that Dad and Chavo were so friendly. I also felt that I had two moms and two dads, which didn’t make my mother very happy but it apparently amused Dad. | ||