mejillones mejillones

last week, one of my last nights in Toulouse we are sitting around the table at the Spanish house on the other side of town by the train station looking at a deck of cards which very graphically displayed variouse transgendered people. We began to play a drinking game called Kings which was new to me. Actually, drinking games in general are new to me... not that I have never heard of them but I have rarely played them myself. Long story short, one of the rules of the game was that if you pick up a 9 of anything you may make up your own rule. So it was my turn and I picked up a 9, the first thing that I could think of was ..."alright guys, next time you have to drink, imitate the person sitting to your left" and here I was biting my own bullet. To my left was Xevy (pronounced Shevy) a tight jeans wearing Spaniard. This was the 2nd time I met him and we have only exchanged the traditional Bonjour and a kiss on each cheek. Knowing well that he is Spanish and having just come back from the wonderful country of Spain, I decided to just say something n Spanish and hope that works. I know now never to let myself make up any more rules. So every time I had to drink I would say "No me gusto mejillones!" (I do not like mussels) and everybody would laugh, especially Xevy, he found it very amusing. Maybe I did do a good job at imitationg him? Who knows. So on the night went and so did my little rule. Finally it was almost the end of the night and as we were getting ready to head for the clubs Xevy, with a smirk on his face says (and this was the most I have heard come out of him to that point)... "Vica... you know why I was smiling so much when you said 'no me gusto mejillones'?" And I nod no. "Well... its just that mejillones has 2 meaning in Spanish, one means the sea food and the other one...... the other one is, how do you say it......" and he had a hard time with this one. He fought long and hard with his English and then half laughingly spit out a "pussy!" A moment of silence, and everybody falls on the floor from laughter. Xevy admited that he just could not go all night without telling me, and I turned all red but almost died from the laughter and slight humiliation.
next time I drink it will be to mejillones.