In the previous post I invited you to ask some questions. I'll be answering them one by one. You can keep the questions coming until your curiosity is fully satisfied.
En el post anterior os invitaba a preguntarme lo que quisiérais. Iré respondiendo las preguntas una a una, según vayan vniendo. Podéis seguir preguntando hasta que vuestra curiosidad se sacie.
Me: No, I haven't posted about it. I never thought anybody would want to know, like I always assume people don't want to hear the same old story over and over again. Ok. It was long time ago. At the time I was writing amateurishly for some newspapers (about music), had been working on a well-known radio show (by chance) but I had been mainly working for a couple of years as a tourmanager for some small international acts. My husband was then in a rock band. A friend and myself run into this band in a bar in Bilbao. One of them introduced himself and husband to us. He was funny, chatted a lot and said he wanted to invite us to a drink (a Coke, since neither my friend or me drank alcohol). But he had no money left so we ended up inviting him instead. I learned later that his friend was mad at him because he thought my husband was making a fool of himself (and his band) in front of two interesting girls (my friend was a graphic designer who had designed some album covers by cool bands of the moment). A week or two later we happened to run into each other at a rock concert and he tried his best to be polite and invited me to a Coke. He had money in his pocket ready.