Mother's Day
Feliz día de la madre...that’s right, yesterday was Mother’s Day here in Argentina. I spent the entire day trying to recover from a weekend to remember. I slept, slept, slept, ate an omlette, wore FLIP FLOPS (finally!!), layed out, and watched Kill Bill Volume 2 (reminded me of Hassan).Yes, yes, this weekend I went out THREE nights in a row- Porteña style, which basically means I stayed out till 5 a.m. Usually I hate to stay out so late- I waste the next day because I’m getting old and it takes me time to recover. Aurélien told me I had too many “personal rules” for myself and that I needed to cut loose just a little bit. I hadn’t even been to a club here in Buenos Aires and I’ve lived here for three months! So, I gave in and it felt great…even though I just turned 25, this weekend I was 18.
Thursday night was drinks and dancing. I was confused for a Canadian girl because a French guy heard my pathetic attempts at speaking/butchering his beautiful language. Friday night I was invited to go to Tequila, apparently it’s an exclusive place here (the type you can’t get into with reservations waaaaaay in advance). When you go to school with the rich Porteño kids that attend my school it’s not too tough to find someone with connections. I was actually complimented on my Spanish that night- “why do you speak so much better than your friends?” Okay, okay, it was probably b.s. but still, it made me smile. The major anecdote from this night was the crazy taxi driver who kept calling me “Candela”, I guess Kelly was too difficult to pronounce. He even sang to me, and did so quite well. The cherry on top was when he told me my eyes were like “miel” (honey). He made me promise to drink maté with him the next day and in my tipsy state I just laughed and pretended not to understand. Well, you guessed it- he showed up the following day asking for the “pretty girl that lives here.” My roommate responded, “we have two!” I stood at the top of the stairs shaking my head and pleading with Raúl to save me. Now he just walks past me in the house mumbling “taxi driver, taxi driver…” and laughing.
Last night my German friend Marcus threw a party that was quite the event. First we went to a designers’ fair near mi casa where I bought some early Christmas presents for my sisters. The party was fun, but I’m ready to get back to classes (including my Tae Bo class tonight!). I haven’t been to a class for about three weeks because we had time off during midterms, “reading days” as we say at UT law. I just hope I passed. Happy Mother’s Day mom, I love you!
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