what!??! by chance I decided to check my myspace and saw some of the usual whatevs stuff, the strokes added some new vids, misleadingly making me think that their activity on their page equated new music. WRONG.
anyways, I saw a bulletin that Mario posted entitled Australia, weird thing, one he doesn't go online anymore and two he never posts anything...so I open it and it says he's going to Australia, he thanked people who were able to say bye and be with him before he left and that he might be back in a year or two...WHAT?!??!! no way, this is crazy! Can a person I have known for a good amount of time just pick up and move indefinitely to another country without evening having a chance for me to say bye? That sentence doesn't make sense, but I tend to now make sense when I'm writing nowadays, in English or in Spanish. ANYWAYS....seriously!!??! gone!?! And the weird part, I was sitting there listening to "Milk" by the Kings of Leon, KINGS OF LEON!!! Mario showed me that band, he gave me their cds and opened up that world to me, among other bands that I now love because of him. WHAT!!!?!? Gone!!!!???
Ah, it made me really sad. One summer I listened to the Kings of Leon nonstop and the songs have a haunting feeling to them sometimes, of hot summer nights in my room contemplating who knows what, probably being angsty.
Anyways, I don't believe in coincidences. It was weird of me to actually go on myspace and there I find that news while listening to kings. Something tells me that wasn't a hoax, why would anyone hoax like that....wow this is so weird. So I was sitting there thinking, geez I wished I could've been closer to that kid in the last years, but he's so hard to get a hold of, never with a cell phone, always moving between his mom's house, his dad's house and his grandma's house....geez even mom had more luck running into.
Oh well, I guess things like this happen. I just had this sad little feeling. Today was very contemplative. I did lots of walking through Defensa and the San Telmo feria, listening to music, being pulled over by that Brazilian vendor, him trying to convince me to buy one of his tie dye shirts I had eyed two weeks away, speaking to me Portuguese, I don't know how I understood him, walking around with Elizabeth, then her friend, then Kristina and Natasha...it was a gorgeous day so sunny with a light breeze, I didn't even have to wear a sweater at one point...but it was definitely weird, walking up and down that long street filled with so many people from ALL OVER, listening to different languages, seeing all the smiling faces, talking to the vendors, seeing little kids running around, I passed so many sundays there...Natasha and I would always laugh and say it was our Sunday mass...it's really the end, I won't be at that feria next weekend, there's no more feria, there's no more opportunity to buy a cookie from those goofy kids for a pesito, no more chances to laugh at the Maradona memorabilia, no more being pulled into a drum circle, but like I told Natasha, at least we lived it to its best and always had fun there.
Stupid green day song, "Time of your life", has been playing in my head. We chose it as our 8th grade grad song, but it's so suiting for the finale of things.
Anyways, I don't know what I was thinking or feeling. oh yeah I saw, Crossing Over, some new movie with Harrison Ford, with my homestay family, it was good, set in LA, I def saw some areas that made me homesick, Koreatown and its karaoke bars, I'm def going back with Brian this summer! But yeah it was about immigration and deportation and AH it was such a hard film, really made me want to cry a lot at some points, stupid immigration laws and the whole thing is ridiculous. I always think of Maritza and Joe, they're my age, I've grown up with them, nothing separating them from me, except the fact that they're not legal and that they can't go anywhere, they can't go to school, other than Cal State LA, Maritza just sits at home most of the time, she can't do anything else, she can't work. Once Joe gets done with Cal State LA, what's he gonna do?
Gah, it's so hard, the worst part is that both of them have younger siblings who are legal, and there's such a big disparity between them...it's so ridiculous to have to live so confined. Gah it makes me so sad.
Whatevs, the vacation is almost over, I guess it's time to come back to reality and look at things and examine things again. It was really nice to have a vacation and to get away and basically indulge myself for a bit. Pero la lucha sigue, there's lots to fight for and things to change and minds to open, so let's get to it, let's start working again...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
anticlimatic Avantt?
so...could it be that Avantt was semi-disappointing? Yeah it's true...we got there at a little past 1:30 am, almost missed the free entry...
and there was a line around the corner, so misleading...and once we got in, there was a massive coat check...I quickly found Zelmar, I had actually seen him walk up while we were in line, I still get the little 13 year old jitters when I first see him...I freak out like he's a rock star...anyways, I went up and said hi after the chaos of the coat check and it was barely 2am and they already opened up the bottom floor, they don't usually open it up until 3am but I realized that they weren't playing music on the top floor. So we go down there and that weird guy who usually walks around and oversees the production of things, whether its the bar or the dj or just chilling with people, he was djing...and I'm sorry, he should just stick to chilling, because his djing skills were not up to par with the other guys. He did play some good stuff, that I was in love with, like Revolution and Break on Through and Hendrix and other great stuff, but I could tell most people werent into it. Also, he played the strokes twice, I was so good with that, but everyone in the club seemed so bored.
Add to that the fact that I went back upstairs to the restroom and the whole top floor was deserted and the lights were on. The chaos at the beginning was misleading, there really wasn't anyone at the club, and the music wasn't keeping people in.
But I danced like crazy, I LOVE that place, but my friends werent feeling it. So they started trickling out and when I was left with two other kids who also wanted to go, I decided to run through the club and try to find Zelmar and say bye to him for the last time. No luck, but they did play an AWESOME cover of Michael Jackson, I swear, no club can go one night without paying homage to that man, it's amazing! But I went upstairs back to the coat check and I found Zelmar! and I said bye, took a pic, very little 13 year girlyness of me, and it was anticlimatic but still great. That song was playing in the background, that song I always equate with my 80's Molly Ringwald self, the angsty one...idk what it is... but I know it when I hear it, it's kinda haunting...ah, I'm still not sure if I should've stayed, I kinda wanted to. Zelmar was so shocked I was leaving so early, but like he said, no habia buena onda esta noche...triste triste, but I'll always have the pic and the fact that he and Cecilia introduced me to that place, too bad I didnt get to say bye to her though...sadness.
So I was back home and in my pjs at 4am, so anticlimatic, but I guess its the end, eh? and I did have a lot of other great times, and thats all that matters!
and there was a line around the corner, so misleading...and once we got in, there was a massive coat check...I quickly found Zelmar, I had actually seen him walk up while we were in line, I still get the little 13 year old jitters when I first see him...I freak out like he's a rock star...anyways, I went up and said hi after the chaos of the coat check and it was barely 2am and they already opened up the bottom floor, they don't usually open it up until 3am but I realized that they weren't playing music on the top floor. So we go down there and that weird guy who usually walks around and oversees the production of things, whether its the bar or the dj or just chilling with people, he was djing...and I'm sorry, he should just stick to chilling, because his djing skills were not up to par with the other guys. He did play some good stuff, that I was in love with, like Revolution and Break on Through and Hendrix and other great stuff, but I could tell most people werent into it. Also, he played the strokes twice, I was so good with that, but everyone in the club seemed so bored.
Add to that the fact that I went back upstairs to the restroom and the whole top floor was deserted and the lights were on. The chaos at the beginning was misleading, there really wasn't anyone at the club, and the music wasn't keeping people in.
But I danced like crazy, I LOVE that place, but my friends werent feeling it. So they started trickling out and when I was left with two other kids who also wanted to go, I decided to run through the club and try to find Zelmar and say bye to him for the last time. No luck, but they did play an AWESOME cover of Michael Jackson, I swear, no club can go one night without paying homage to that man, it's amazing! But I went upstairs back to the coat check and I found Zelmar! and I said bye, took a pic, very little 13 year girlyness of me, and it was anticlimatic but still great. That song was playing in the background, that song I always equate with my 80's Molly Ringwald self, the angsty one...idk what it is... but I know it when I hear it, it's kinda haunting...ah, I'm still not sure if I should've stayed, I kinda wanted to. Zelmar was so shocked I was leaving so early, but like he said, no habia buena onda esta noche...triste triste, but I'll always have the pic and the fact that he and Cecilia introduced me to that place, too bad I didnt get to say bye to her though...sadness.
So I was back home and in my pjs at 4am, so anticlimatic, but I guess its the end, eh? and I did have a lot of other great times, and thats all that matters!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
sos genial!
building off that wonderful people theme, god today was a GREAT day, full of amazing people of course! Also, I'm currently listening to playlist.com, which has allowed me to have access to my fav music...but actually I'm craving my argentine fav IMPERIO DIABLO right now, so goodbye The Shins, hello amazing band!!!
so today I woke up and wrote my paper, to my dismay, Laura emailed me and asked if we could meet at 1pm instead of 5pm. But it's all good, the rain let up and it was suddenly SO SUNNY and actually warm! I met her at my fav cafe across from the jardin botanico, so even though I was stuck inside writing, at least I had a gorgeous view and a window that let in the warmth of the sunshine! I was sitting there when someone knocking on the window scared me, it was my friend Lauren and her friend Eric, so funny, because that's one of her fav cafes. I said hi and we continued writing. At about 5 we wrote an intro and were done, we stopped by a confiteria and got some sweets and then I came home, busted out the last 2 1/2 pages of my part, then suddenly it was already 8:30 and I started walking on Santa Fe towards Lauren's house and picked up some Malbec to try to be genial and a good guest in a new house. I got there and I was the first of Lauren's guests to arrive.
Her host parents are the cutest!!! Soledad y Esteban! and then they had their friends Evi y Francisco (Fran) over for dinner too! Gosh todos son tan geniales! They were all so welcoming! They served me up a drink and started asking me the usual intro questions. They were cutting up lots of things and on the menu was their porteno style mexican food! It all looked so fresh and colorful and great, I was excited to try it. They had green guacamole, purple cabbage, a orange carrot spread, black beans and lentils, pico de gallo, bottled salsas, and pollo, carne, y cerdo! I was in heaven! I loved their interpretation of mexican food. They served up the wine at dinner and we were all laughing and sharing stories after a while, talking about different colloquial phrases in Spanish and English, somehow I said HEN in English and all the portenos at the table took a shot at saying it, todos re-lindos! jajaja ah we were all cracking up so bad, it was so nice. It's such a difference being a place where I truly feel at home, they were so welcoming and we just sat there and laughed most of the time.
I also complained about my host mom to them, they were all on my side, just reaffirmed the fact that I take precautions and according to Esteban, no debo estar saliendo besando a todos los chicos! jaja but they all thought it was absurd that they were putting so many restrictions on me, Soledad even said that I can come over their house on the last day if there's a problem with scheduling since my family's leaving to Rosario. Gosh, they're all so loving and welcoming, why didn't I get a family like that!?!?!? All other portenos I meet are like this, and no one can blame it on an age difference thing. My parents aren't super young, but we sit around and laugh at dinner and they're not uptight. GAH!!!! stupid familia here. And it's not really the familia, because Enri is so cool, he was on my side, rooting for Roddick silently, but Rossana is the crazy...rubbing it in when Federer won, she knows I hate him...
anyways, tonight was GREAT!!! I loved Lauren's family. And we sat there and talked about music after a while, I talked with Evi about the first times we ever smelled weed at a concert, I told her my KISS story, she told me about her Cypress Hill encounter. It was great! Then we had amazing postre that Lauren bought from Plaza del Carmen, it was AMAZING!!!! We laughed, Esteban made us margaritas, we listened to music, they took videos of Lauren dancing, and Esteban had fun with his funny paper towel holder! Soledad and Evi told us about their trip to Cuba, how it was life changing, how they got to celebrate the 50 anniversary de la revolucion....ah one day, we'll be able to get there legally, for now, flights from cancun are relatively cheap I hear! jajaja It was the best!!!
I sat there and looked over at Natasha a few times and wanted to cry. I feel so great on nights like that, I feel great about humanity, I feel so happy for the future...also, I just get this urge to want to see more of the world, to meet more people, to see how beautiful humanity can be, because the world is amazing and it's actually so small, I want to explore so much of it! just how to make it happen...
so today I woke up and wrote my paper, to my dismay, Laura emailed me and asked if we could meet at 1pm instead of 5pm. But it's all good, the rain let up and it was suddenly SO SUNNY and actually warm! I met her at my fav cafe across from the jardin botanico, so even though I was stuck inside writing, at least I had a gorgeous view and a window that let in the warmth of the sunshine! I was sitting there when someone knocking on the window scared me, it was my friend Lauren and her friend Eric, so funny, because that's one of her fav cafes. I said hi and we continued writing. At about 5 we wrote an intro and were done, we stopped by a confiteria and got some sweets and then I came home, busted out the last 2 1/2 pages of my part, then suddenly it was already 8:30 and I started walking on Santa Fe towards Lauren's house and picked up some Malbec to try to be genial and a good guest in a new house. I got there and I was the first of Lauren's guests to arrive.
Her host parents are the cutest!!! Soledad y Esteban! and then they had their friends Evi y Francisco (Fran) over for dinner too! Gosh todos son tan geniales! They were all so welcoming! They served me up a drink and started asking me the usual intro questions. They were cutting up lots of things and on the menu was their porteno style mexican food! It all looked so fresh and colorful and great, I was excited to try it. They had green guacamole, purple cabbage, a orange carrot spread, black beans and lentils, pico de gallo, bottled salsas, and pollo, carne, y cerdo! I was in heaven! I loved their interpretation of mexican food. They served up the wine at dinner and we were all laughing and sharing stories after a while, talking about different colloquial phrases in Spanish and English, somehow I said HEN in English and all the portenos at the table took a shot at saying it, todos re-lindos! jajaja ah we were all cracking up so bad, it was so nice. It's such a difference being a place where I truly feel at home, they were so welcoming and we just sat there and laughed most of the time.
I also complained about my host mom to them, they were all on my side, just reaffirmed the fact that I take precautions and according to Esteban, no debo estar saliendo besando a todos los chicos! jaja but they all thought it was absurd that they were putting so many restrictions on me, Soledad even said that I can come over their house on the last day if there's a problem with scheduling since my family's leaving to Rosario. Gosh, they're all so loving and welcoming, why didn't I get a family like that!?!?!? All other portenos I meet are like this, and no one can blame it on an age difference thing. My parents aren't super young, but we sit around and laugh at dinner and they're not uptight. GAH!!!! stupid familia here. And it's not really the familia, because Enri is so cool, he was on my side, rooting for Roddick silently, but Rossana is the crazy...rubbing it in when Federer won, she knows I hate him...
anyways, tonight was GREAT!!! I loved Lauren's family. And we sat there and talked about music after a while, I talked with Evi about the first times we ever smelled weed at a concert, I told her my KISS story, she told me about her Cypress Hill encounter. It was great! Then we had amazing postre that Lauren bought from Plaza del Carmen, it was AMAZING!!!! We laughed, Esteban made us margaritas, we listened to music, they took videos of Lauren dancing, and Esteban had fun with his funny paper towel holder! Soledad and Evi told us about their trip to Cuba, how it was life changing, how they got to celebrate the 50 anniversary de la revolucion....ah one day, we'll be able to get there legally, for now, flights from cancun are relatively cheap I hear! jajaja It was the best!!!
I sat there and looked over at Natasha a few times and wanted to cry. I feel so great on nights like that, I feel great about humanity, I feel so happy for the future...also, I just get this urge to want to see more of the world, to meet more people, to see how beautiful humanity can be, because the world is amazing and it's actually so small, I want to explore so much of it! just how to make it happen...
Monday, July 6, 2009
amazing people
I should be writing my monografia but I just want to take a second to look at how lucky I am to have amazingly understanding and all around AMAZING people in my life. My parents are great, supported me through my crazy spasm this morning and tonight as well. Also, they're defending my right to go out after I finish this monografia. They know I've been working hard on this and they know it's my last days and I should be able to enjoy them as I please. jaja it's definitely that "transcend the bullshit" in them that I love!
also, Colby is amazing, really helped me calm down by encouraging me to get out of my house and giving me a space to work, even though he is done with all of his stuff and could've spent the day in any other way than just sitting at home. Plus he's all around great.
Also, I was thinking about this weekend when I was telling Kat that I was saving her a seat at this one place and how I got into an argument with this one girl who was trying to take the chair and called me mentirosa. JAJAJA ghetto Mexican in her too said oh hell no I can't believe she said that to you, if I had been there I would've backed you up. jajaja I love her and our silliness together, and our love for our mexican food, it was so nice to share my hot cheetos with her, I know what she was missing, I feel it girl!
And yeah, Natasha, Kristina, Lauren, Elizabeth...so many great people I've met on this trip...so many people back home who I also can't wait to see, people like Eevee who came all the way to Buenos Aires to celebrate my bday with me! People like Kim and Jen who are always going to be my best friends and will always be there for me, people like crazy Jan, who will always be there to start up some kind of weird conversation with a waiter or two.
ah and yeah, just being here makes me realize how many amazing people are in the world. I updated my facebook status to say that I only have 13 days left, and ZELMAR, one of the first guys I met and who helped introduce me to my fav free 80's club, commented and was like, y adonde vas? to which I responded, tengo que regresar a realidad,a Los Angeles. Then Cecilia, my friend who I met at the same party that I met Zelmar at, said, tenemos que juntarnos, urgente! and then Zelmar posted again, saying Forever? che como dice Ceci, tenemos que juntarnos una vez mas. Then he sent me a link to a 90's party on Wednesday night. Gah such nice amazingly friendly people here, I love it! I really have only hung out with them a handful of times, but they're so genial and welcoming. I love this country! But I love home too! How to have the best of both worlds? I dont know, but I'm glad I always made the most of my time here, and that will not change, sorry gripe!
also, Colby is amazing, really helped me calm down by encouraging me to get out of my house and giving me a space to work, even though he is done with all of his stuff and could've spent the day in any other way than just sitting at home. Plus he's all around great.
Also, I was thinking about this weekend when I was telling Kat that I was saving her a seat at this one place and how I got into an argument with this one girl who was trying to take the chair and called me mentirosa. JAJAJA ghetto Mexican in her too said oh hell no I can't believe she said that to you, if I had been there I would've backed you up. jajaja I love her and our silliness together, and our love for our mexican food, it was so nice to share my hot cheetos with her, I know what she was missing, I feel it girl!
And yeah, Natasha, Kristina, Lauren, Elizabeth...so many great people I've met on this trip...so many people back home who I also can't wait to see, people like Eevee who came all the way to Buenos Aires to celebrate my bday with me! People like Kim and Jen who are always going to be my best friends and will always be there for me, people like crazy Jan, who will always be there to start up some kind of weird conversation with a waiter or two.
ah and yeah, just being here makes me realize how many amazing people are in the world. I updated my facebook status to say that I only have 13 days left, and ZELMAR, one of the first guys I met and who helped introduce me to my fav free 80's club, commented and was like, y adonde vas? to which I responded, tengo que regresar a realidad,a Los Angeles. Then Cecilia, my friend who I met at the same party that I met Zelmar at, said, tenemos que juntarnos, urgente! and then Zelmar posted again, saying Forever? che como dice Ceci, tenemos que juntarnos una vez mas. Then he sent me a link to a 90's party on Wednesday night. Gah such nice amazingly friendly people here, I love it! I really have only hung out with them a handful of times, but they're so genial and welcoming. I love this country! But I love home too! How to have the best of both worlds? I dont know, but I'm glad I always made the most of my time here, and that will not change, sorry gripe!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
odio a federer....pero el 4 de julio fue buenisimo!
So...I worked all day and then just kinda lazied around for a while. Trish had sent out a mass facebook message to all our friends, putting together a sushi outing....I had originally said I wouldn't go A) I don't like sushi B) I thought I should take it easy and not go out this Saturday night. But I said, ok I studied for a bit, everyone was going out, it's our second to last weekend together and other people have monografias due sooner than I do, I can go out...So I did, I met Colby at my street corner at 9:45, then on the subte we ran into Kat! It was so funny, she just ran up to us on the train and she kinda scared me. Then at our stop we met Trish and Molly. We got to the sushi place and found Kristina and Sara Carothers waiting. The take out one that she wanted to go to was packed, so we walked a few blocks to the main restaurant, where it was packed too. At this point we were still waiting for Natasha who was in a cab on the way over to the place. We split the group, Trish, Kat, and Sara went to the other sushi place again while the rest of us waited for Natasha.
While we waited we came to the decision we'd go to this Mexican place instead, so once Natasha arrived we found a table outside the restaurant and enjoyed the fact that it was actually a nice night during winter in Buenos Aires, I was insistent upon the fact that we aprovechar de la noche perfecta. We texted the other girls, who later joined us and it was a quilombo finding a table to add to the small one we already had. We got a skimpy amount of chips and bad salsa, I was so glad I ate beforehand at home, I'm through with horrible Mexican food in Buenos Aires. We all ordered margaritas that tasted like slurpies and toasted to America and pretended that it was a nice summer night back home. It was actually really fun.
On the walk back and forth to the restaurants, I was conversing with Kristina about possible plans for the rest of the night. She said her host girl (Karla her host girl is like 27 and super cool) had invited her to this party that she would be bartending at. I told Kristina about this party in Plano 14 off of Corrientes that our porteño friend Juan had told me about. Then we realized that we had both separately been invited to the same party and decided we had to all go due to the shear fact that fate had put this same party in both our hands. We laughed at how small Buenos Aires actually is...seriously, I feel like everyone is interconnected here.
So after everyone ate and drank, we all headed over to the party in our big group of Americans, we got there and we realized it was one of those clandestino parties, the ones that occur in like old wharehouses and would be closed down if the fire marshall ever stopped by. We got inside and it reminded me of this one show Robert had taken me to on Christmas night one time. That one was in a wharehouse in commerce and 50 times more sketch than the one we were at.
So we go in, find a place to stash our coats (bad idea, someone spilled beer on mine, so now it smells like smoke AND beer! iupi!) and then we listened to the awesome band that was playing. They were great, I love argentine bands! We didn't see Juan anywhere but we said hi to Karla at the bar. Then the dj started playing great American music, including Cypress Hill (literally the first time I'd heard Cypress Hill since I left), Michael Jackson, and lots of 70's funk music...really at times it felt like we were in the 70's the atmosphere, the disco balls, it was great! Then later we found Juan and he introduced us to his two friends. I told him how I loved the band and he said he plays with them sometimes and he disappeared and later came back with a free cd for us! sweet!!!
His friends were funny, they seemed scared of us. I feel so bad sometimes, a big group of american girls, I guess we can be intimidating. jaja and those guys can't hand at all...they started sitting in the corner after a while. So we left there at like 5ish, and walked outside and talked for a while. At that point it was just me, Kat, Kristina, and Natasha. And I talked to the other guys a bit more, turns out they have their own band, they were just missing their drummer. Crazy times, those porteños are all so talented. Juan at that point had invited us to get coffee, I was down, I had already stayed out later than I had anticipated PLUS they had a CAR!!! I haven't been in a personal automobile since I left, I SO wanted to in their car, but everyone else wanted to just go home. So the four of us all walked down Corrientes, Kristina left first, down Juan B. Justo, then Kat, down Malabia, then Natasha and I headed up Ortiz. Our feet were killing us after a while and we felt horrible. Luckily it's Buenos Aires and everything stays open. There was one of those gas stations with a cafe so we stopped there and got water and sat down. Then we started talking about how it's the end and how little time we have together, and then Natasha gave me that look of antojos de medialunas, and as tradition with me and Natasha, she convinced me to go to a cafe with her and share our usual early morning-late night treat together for one of the last times. We went to our usual Plaza del Carmen near our houses and tons of people were there, getting out of the clubs, enjoying a late night treat before crashing. As we were leaving the cafe, we talked outside for a bit and two guys came up to us, they looked like they were going to be sketch but they just needed directions. Then two other guys walked by us and one with long hair said that he needed help because his friends with dreds had hiccups. jajajja dijo: hay dos cosas mas peligrosas en la Argentina, la gripe A y el hipo! jajaja and I said: oh no tengo tanto miedo.... and just silliness ensued. These guys were hilarious. Seriously, porteños are so clever! and witty...silly boys, but it was such a funny way to end the night, Natasha gave them her email address. We waited until they walked far away, then we each departed our separate ways.
Gah, it was such a great night. At the mexican restaurant, I was sitting next to Kat and she just grabbed my arm and looked at me all sad. Then she said she didn't want to sound corny but that we had all changed her life completely. It's true for all of us though, we've all been through this huge crazy life changing experience together, we've grown together and learned so much together. At the table, we had a big discussion about gender and sexuality and labels and Colby as always was getting passionate about talking about homosexuality and it was a great conversation. Gah, I love it, I love our talks and our debates and everything. I'm seriously going to miss all these people, and I'm glad I went out last night and had another ridiculous night with all of them!
While we waited we came to the decision we'd go to this Mexican place instead, so once Natasha arrived we found a table outside the restaurant and enjoyed the fact that it was actually a nice night during winter in Buenos Aires, I was insistent upon the fact that we aprovechar de la noche perfecta. We texted the other girls, who later joined us and it was a quilombo finding a table to add to the small one we already had. We got a skimpy amount of chips and bad salsa, I was so glad I ate beforehand at home, I'm through with horrible Mexican food in Buenos Aires. We all ordered margaritas that tasted like slurpies and toasted to America and pretended that it was a nice summer night back home. It was actually really fun.
On the walk back and forth to the restaurants, I was conversing with Kristina about possible plans for the rest of the night. She said her host girl (Karla her host girl is like 27 and super cool) had invited her to this party that she would be bartending at. I told Kristina about this party in Plano 14 off of Corrientes that our porteño friend Juan had told me about. Then we realized that we had both separately been invited to the same party and decided we had to all go due to the shear fact that fate had put this same party in both our hands. We laughed at how small Buenos Aires actually is...seriously, I feel like everyone is interconnected here.
So after everyone ate and drank, we all headed over to the party in our big group of Americans, we got there and we realized it was one of those clandestino parties, the ones that occur in like old wharehouses and would be closed down if the fire marshall ever stopped by. We got inside and it reminded me of this one show Robert had taken me to on Christmas night one time. That one was in a wharehouse in commerce and 50 times more sketch than the one we were at.
So we go in, find a place to stash our coats (bad idea, someone spilled beer on mine, so now it smells like smoke AND beer! iupi!) and then we listened to the awesome band that was playing. They were great, I love argentine bands! We didn't see Juan anywhere but we said hi to Karla at the bar. Then the dj started playing great American music, including Cypress Hill (literally the first time I'd heard Cypress Hill since I left), Michael Jackson, and lots of 70's funk music...really at times it felt like we were in the 70's the atmosphere, the disco balls, it was great! Then later we found Juan and he introduced us to his two friends. I told him how I loved the band and he said he plays with them sometimes and he disappeared and later came back with a free cd for us! sweet!!!
His friends were funny, they seemed scared of us. I feel so bad sometimes, a big group of american girls, I guess we can be intimidating. jaja and those guys can't hand at all...they started sitting in the corner after a while. So we left there at like 5ish, and walked outside and talked for a while. At that point it was just me, Kat, Kristina, and Natasha. And I talked to the other guys a bit more, turns out they have their own band, they were just missing their drummer. Crazy times, those porteños are all so talented. Juan at that point had invited us to get coffee, I was down, I had already stayed out later than I had anticipated PLUS they had a CAR!!! I haven't been in a personal automobile since I left, I SO wanted to in their car, but everyone else wanted to just go home. So the four of us all walked down Corrientes, Kristina left first, down Juan B. Justo, then Kat, down Malabia, then Natasha and I headed up Ortiz. Our feet were killing us after a while and we felt horrible. Luckily it's Buenos Aires and everything stays open. There was one of those gas stations with a cafe so we stopped there and got water and sat down. Then we started talking about how it's the end and how little time we have together, and then Natasha gave me that look of antojos de medialunas, and as tradition with me and Natasha, she convinced me to go to a cafe with her and share our usual early morning-late night treat together for one of the last times. We went to our usual Plaza del Carmen near our houses and tons of people were there, getting out of the clubs, enjoying a late night treat before crashing. As we were leaving the cafe, we talked outside for a bit and two guys came up to us, they looked like they were going to be sketch but they just needed directions. Then two other guys walked by us and one with long hair said that he needed help because his friends with dreds had hiccups. jajajja dijo: hay dos cosas mas peligrosas en la Argentina, la gripe A y el hipo! jajaja and I said: oh no tengo tanto miedo.... and just silliness ensued. These guys were hilarious. Seriously, porteños are so clever! and witty...silly boys, but it was such a funny way to end the night, Natasha gave them her email address. We waited until they walked far away, then we each departed our separate ways.
Gah, it was such a great night. At the mexican restaurant, I was sitting next to Kat and she just grabbed my arm and looked at me all sad. Then she said she didn't want to sound corny but that we had all changed her life completely. It's true for all of us though, we've all been through this huge crazy life changing experience together, we've grown together and learned so much together. At the table, we had a big discussion about gender and sexuality and labels and Colby as always was getting passionate about talking about homosexuality and it was a great conversation. Gah, I love it, I love our talks and our debates and everything. I'm seriously going to miss all these people, and I'm glad I went out last night and had another ridiculous night with all of them!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
4th of july?
blah, I should be doing homework pero no tengo el animo para hacerlo....GAH! so boring, and so frustrating writing anything because I have no language options on my lame microsoft works!
I think this 4th of july is miserable only because I have so much work. If I didn't I wouldn't be stuck at home thinking about what I'm missing out on at home and in Buenos Aires. But I think I'm going to chill with some friends. They're going to a sushi place, but I think I'll just sit and chat with them. Our porteño friend Juan invited us to this party at some club...but idk if I'm down for that slash I should come home early, wake up early and actually do homework tomorrow. GAH!!! I hate this situation.
I just want this stupid paper with no real prompt to write itself. I hate this paper, literally has the most general guidelines I have ever seen and the longest length I've had to write. Nice huh? pretty stupid...
I want some fireworks and beatles by the pool
I think this 4th of july is miserable only because I have so much work. If I didn't I wouldn't be stuck at home thinking about what I'm missing out on at home and in Buenos Aires. But I think I'm going to chill with some friends. They're going to a sushi place, but I think I'll just sit and chat with them. Our porteño friend Juan invited us to this party at some club...but idk if I'm down for that slash I should come home early, wake up early and actually do homework tomorrow. GAH!!! I hate this situation.
I just want this stupid paper with no real prompt to write itself. I hate this paper, literally has the most general guidelines I have ever seen and the longest length I've had to write. Nice huh? pretty stupid...
I want some fireworks and beatles by the pool
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