Post-Independence or why I'm an awesome friend
There are a lot of great things and, surprisingly, a good amount of terrible things about long holiday weekends. One of those terrible things is that now my sleeping schedule is out of whack and even though I know I'm going to want to die in 5 HOURS when I have to get up for work, right now I just can't sleep. Luckily for you that means I'm inspired to write some doo doo on this blog for you to read.
So, several things in no particular order that will probably make no sense to you. I'll try and number them for organizational purposes.
1. Independence day has come and gone and all I got out of it was an extra ten pounds in delicious meat and bread and things with onion in them. Mmmmm. I think I've eaten more in the last few days than in the last year combined. Hahahahaha....wait...Hahahaha...fine even I don't believe that one. But I did eat a lot and I had a full four day weekend, which was super duper awesome.
2. The whole eating thing would be really great if it wasn't for the fact that I was incessantly reminded that my cousin is getting married in a month and a half or so and, apparently, I have to look decent for this. In some sort of dress. Did I mention I am not the one getting married? Sometimes I have to remind myself.
3. Speaking of cousins and weddings I had this amazing alcohol-induced conversation with the future groom on Saturday that went something like this (translations are rough, specifically from memory, but I'll do my best):
Cousin: I'm really happy about everything. You know I'm really glad you're gonna be here for the wedding cause I feel like you're the representative for the family from the states.
Me: Um, yeah but [one of our aunts] will be here for the wedding so she can represent herself.
Cousin: [silence]... I mean I'm not dumb. I know that maybe....I mean that's why like I told you...you know maybe there's a guy or whatever that you maybe want to take to the wedding...that's why I asked if you were gonna bring someone...
Me: No, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go alone.
Cousin: Yeah? Cause I mean you know, let's be honest, like you go out you have your own thing going on. maybe there's someone.
Me: You know [his sister] is the one who started all of this date thing. Why do I have to take a date? I mean, I didn't even want to take a date from the beginning. I assumed we wouldn't take dates. I can go alone. I mean, whatever.
Cousin: No, of course. So, you're sure?
Me: Well, I mean, like, if I don't tell you in the next two weeks then I'm definitely, DEFINITELY going alone.
4. I realized the day after the conversation that the reason he insinuated I'm a slut is because they thought I was going on a date — not the time I actually went on a date but a time that I was sort of supposed to go on something like a date that wasn't actually a date at all and never even happened. Anyway, word spread about the non-date that they never actually found out didn't actually happen and so they think I'm dating, which realistically, I'm totally not. Also, I'm definitely going alone.
5. I was in Limache (small town like 2 hours out of Santiago) with some of the family from my father's side and they got into this whole conversation about 9/11 and about how the tsunami was actually a meteor and how the government is keeping secerets. How it came about I'm not sure, but I've made the decision that I am going to be pleading the 5th when it comes to conversations about 9/11 because everyone in this country is ignorant and has zero understanding of what that event was like. Nothing more needs to be said here, except that after this conversation I took a three hour nap and missed a hell of a lot of conspiracy theories.
6. I've come to a lot of decisions about things I would like to NOT do while I am here. I'll blog about this later, cause I could go on for years.
7. Remember Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car"? Tracy Chapman is like a god here. Isn't that kind of weird? That was totally a good song, though. I heard it on the radio today and I was like "yeah man, this song rocks." Then I realized I never actually knew the lyrics to it and I did that thing where I mumbled until the chorus came up and then I sang really loud but still pretended like I totally know all the lyrics. Then I got home and googled the lyrics and tried to memorize them for next time. Good song.
8. HOW GOOD IS PRISON BREAK?! I swear I have a major anxiety attack everytime I watch it. Although, I'm not caught up yet so no one tell me what's happened. Wentworth looks INCREDIBLE in that cream suit. I mean, very appropriately named color, now that I think about it.
9. A few days before Abby left, we did this amazing thing. I mean, truly, genuinely amazing. Possibly the best thing we have ever done. I'll explain how it came about. Abby, noticing how much shit people write all over public places in this city said to me on several different occassions: "We should put someone's email address on this [bus, wall, floor, tree, you name it, she requested it]." Then one day, as an awesomely amazing surprise we were at this diner at like 6 in the morning (imagine how that happened and you'll understand why I did it) and I was in this restroom and I looked at the stall and I remembered that I had a sharpie in my purse and I said to myself, Eugenia this is your chance to do the most amazing thing you've ever done. And, I did it. I put Mark Kelly's email address on the bathroom stall. Except, I put it up there wrong. Thankfully, I told Abby about it right away ["OH MY GOD, bathroom! take a picture. for real. hahahahaha. amazing. Mark's email cause I had a sharpie. what was it? huh? oh my god, go take the picture. hurry up" - you get the idea]. Thankfully she kind of understood me and went to explore and made the neccessary corrections and, well, I won't keep you waiting any longer....
I can only hope he gets as much out of this as I have.
And watch out friends with email addresses because now that I have tasted victory I cannot stop.
Loves,
- E
So, several things in no particular order that will probably make no sense to you. I'll try and number them for organizational purposes.
1. Independence day has come and gone and all I got out of it was an extra ten pounds in delicious meat and bread and things with onion in them. Mmmmm. I think I've eaten more in the last few days than in the last year combined. Hahahahaha....wait...Hahahaha...fine even I don't believe that one. But I did eat a lot and I had a full four day weekend, which was super duper awesome.
2. The whole eating thing would be really great if it wasn't for the fact that I was incessantly reminded that my cousin is getting married in a month and a half or so and, apparently, I have to look decent for this. In some sort of dress. Did I mention I am not the one getting married? Sometimes I have to remind myself.
3. Speaking of cousins and weddings I had this amazing alcohol-induced conversation with the future groom on Saturday that went something like this (translations are rough, specifically from memory, but I'll do my best):
Cousin: I'm really happy about everything. You know I'm really glad you're gonna be here for the wedding cause I feel like you're the representative for the family from the states.
Me: Um, yeah but [one of our aunts] will be here for the wedding so she can represent herself.
Cousin: [silence]... I mean I'm not dumb. I know that maybe....I mean that's why like I told you...you know maybe there's a guy or whatever that you maybe want to take to the wedding...that's why I asked if you were gonna bring someone...
Me: No, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go alone.
Cousin: Yeah? Cause I mean you know, let's be honest, like you go out you have your own thing going on. maybe there's someone.
Me: You know [his sister] is the one who started all of this date thing. Why do I have to take a date? I mean, I didn't even want to take a date from the beginning. I assumed we wouldn't take dates. I can go alone. I mean, whatever.
Cousin: No, of course. So, you're sure?
Me: Well, I mean, like, if I don't tell you in the next two weeks then I'm definitely, DEFINITELY going alone.
4. I realized the day after the conversation that the reason he insinuated I'm a slut is because they thought I was going on a date — not the time I actually went on a date but a time that I was sort of supposed to go on something like a date that wasn't actually a date at all and never even happened. Anyway, word spread about the non-date that they never actually found out didn't actually happen and so they think I'm dating, which realistically, I'm totally not. Also, I'm definitely going alone.
5. I was in Limache (small town like 2 hours out of Santiago) with some of the family from my father's side and they got into this whole conversation about 9/11 and about how the tsunami was actually a meteor and how the government is keeping secerets. How it came about I'm not sure, but I've made the decision that I am going to be pleading the 5th when it comes to conversations about 9/11 because everyone in this country is ignorant and has zero understanding of what that event was like. Nothing more needs to be said here, except that after this conversation I took a three hour nap and missed a hell of a lot of conspiracy theories.
6. I've come to a lot of decisions about things I would like to NOT do while I am here. I'll blog about this later, cause I could go on for years.
7. Remember Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car"? Tracy Chapman is like a god here. Isn't that kind of weird? That was totally a good song, though. I heard it on the radio today and I was like "yeah man, this song rocks." Then I realized I never actually knew the lyrics to it and I did that thing where I mumbled until the chorus came up and then I sang really loud but still pretended like I totally know all the lyrics. Then I got home and googled the lyrics and tried to memorize them for next time. Good song.
8. HOW GOOD IS PRISON BREAK?! I swear I have a major anxiety attack everytime I watch it. Although, I'm not caught up yet so no one tell me what's happened. Wentworth looks INCREDIBLE in that cream suit. I mean, very appropriately named color, now that I think about it.
9. A few days before Abby left, we did this amazing thing. I mean, truly, genuinely amazing. Possibly the best thing we have ever done. I'll explain how it came about. Abby, noticing how much shit people write all over public places in this city said to me on several different occassions: "We should put someone's email address on this [bus, wall, floor, tree, you name it, she requested it]." Then one day, as an awesomely amazing surprise we were at this diner at like 6 in the morning (imagine how that happened and you'll understand why I did it) and I was in this restroom and I looked at the stall and I remembered that I had a sharpie in my purse and I said to myself, Eugenia this is your chance to do the most amazing thing you've ever done. And, I did it. I put Mark Kelly's email address on the bathroom stall. Except, I put it up there wrong. Thankfully, I told Abby about it right away ["OH MY GOD, bathroom! take a picture. for real. hahahahaha. amazing. Mark's email cause I had a sharpie. what was it? huh? oh my god, go take the picture. hurry up" - you get the idea]. Thankfully she kind of understood me and went to explore and made the neccessary corrections and, well, I won't keep you waiting any longer....
I can only hope he gets as much out of this as I have.
And watch out friends with email addresses because now that I have tasted victory I cannot stop.
Loves,
- E
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