Starry Eyed

The night I decided to wear fake lashes. In comparison to my actuals, they look pretty gross/extreme.

Wednesday, I had my spanish midterm and I felt crappy afterward as usual when someone takes an exam, especially language. But Diego, the professor, had it planned out so we could spend our break happily. When we turned in our tests, he handed us progress reports so we wouldn't freak out and think we were failing. It was really nice of him. So after I took the test, I went to the restroom and while I was drying my hands I was lolligagging a bit and noticed the dispenser on the wall wasn't for tampons, it was for condoms. "...?" I stood there and pondered it for a moment and thought about the person designing the restroom going to the store, picking up two dispensers, one in each hand. One for condoms, one for tampons and eventually deciding that condoms were the best choice. I would think that you would at least get condoms in addition to, not in place of tampons. The only reason I could see that even being an option is because there are a lot of students around, but still. If I'm having an emergency in a bathroom, it's not something that can be solved with a condom. Anyway I decided to turn the knob to see if the condoms were at least free. Like, if they were just encouraging safe sex, but that wasn't the case either. My American logic means nothing here.

 This weekend, I decided to go out, because I had some free time and I felt like it. So Friday, or something, I went bar hopping with Alex and Courtenay. It was very laid back, but really fun and we stayed in our neighborhood. We also found this cute little "Mexican" restaurant that served tapas and split a few plates. It was super cute. At the second bar, I had to use the restroom and while I was washing my hands, I noticed a condom dispenser! I'm like really? Again with this? So I guess that's just what they do here.

 I had been talking about straihtening my hair for a while, so I looked up a salon and took the bus out to where the salon was located, but when I got there, the one I was aiming for was closed, but I was in Palermo, so I was sure I could find one if I just walked down the street, and I did. And I figured it would be fine, because there are Brazilian women here and someone does their hair. So I stumbled upon the best salon ever. There were like three guys and a lady at the reception, and at first it was calm and they were getting to know me and stuff. I was the only one in there at the time. Then they started blasting some beyonce and gaga and having a party, all the while the guy who was straightening my hair knew exactly what he was doing. Then they were asking me questions like "Do you have a voice like the rest of them?" "The rest of who?" lol I was so confused. Then he started naming various black American pop stars. I'm like...no. I'm not Beyonce loll. It was so funny. If you guys listen to the good stereotypes associated with blacks in other countries, they'll make you giggle. Even though they're just as ridiculous as the bad ones. It's hilarious. Then they're like "you should wear an Afro with some heels. I'll do your make up." I'm like "Kay, next time, maybe." They were so fun and super nice though and it was really cheap. And they told me some clubs to try. It was a great morning.

 So after that, on the way home, I stopped into this little shop and bought a dress, hoping that someone was going out later. I got back to the res hall and found Alex and she was on her way to a going away barbecue for a guy who used to live here. He's on his way back to Germany. So I went with them and we had an asado. Delicious steak and chorizo and blood sausage. Haven't worked up the courage to try that yet. But the food was delish, as usual. He's really good at grilling. Then we decided to go out to some bars. I was really tired, but hanging in there, because I really wanted to do this. People were dropping off from our group one by one. So while we were at the shadiest bar on the street across from the sleazy teen club, someone mentioned having free passes to this other club, so after some debate (just got my hair straihtened today, it's late, does anyone feel like dancing) we went.

 It was SO fun.

 Like, "I couldn't believe what I was living" lol, that's from a song. But at first it was kind of empty, because it was "only" 12:30am, but then it started getting more packed. Also, we stopped by the residence Hall and convinced Jose to come with us. So there were four of us just dancing the night away to some Latin American hits. And as the night went on, the club was more packed, the lights were more intense and the music was more American. We were ridiculously tired, but every time we would think about leaving, a good song would come on, so we stayed and at one point, I was just on the stage dancing, like unable to see anybody in the crowd because they were shining these bright LEDs on us, plus fog. It was great. Finally, were all dehydrated and talking about leaving and it was like 4am, then a good song came on. I have no idea what time we left. Probably around 5. So worth it. People were asking me if I was Brazilian all night and, trying to speak Portuguese and stuff. But I'm like, if we both speak Spanish, what's the prob? It was weird. Men are such creeps lol. These two guys at the bar tried to double team talk to me. I'm like, are you talking to me, or should I be paying attention to your friend? "no, I don't want to kiss you, I'm just trying to order a beverage" "do you want us to pay for it?" ('Us?' Lol, what? Do people not call dibs here?) "nope, cause I don't want to talk to you" This is where living in a small town becomes an advantage. So the guy from waffles sur, which is down the street, where I love to eat (see Oreo Enthusiasts Unite to eat Waffles), because it's a genius restaurant, was at the club and stepped in, like "is everything cool?" I took this opportunity to make a smooth exit.

 It was great. And everyone was happy. And even Jose had fun, even though, initially, he didn't want to be the only guy in the group. I had to convince him that that wasn't gay. Overall, a success I would say.

 *First world problems are still problems
*iPads suck again

 Til next time,

 TB