Un putero de estupideces
Last night, there was a birthday party for my host dad Jose. We drank whisky, rum, ate a shit ton of tacos, and danced the night away (even though I can't dance salsa and the general consensus is that I have gringa hips).
Friday, I went on a mini-cantina hop with Katie, Lisa, Oscar, and Alexis. It was a failed attempt because all the cantinas were packed so we gave up and went back to Oscar's apartment with two bottles of vodka, some juice, and Radiohead. Wicked hangover in the morning was worth it, I think.
Thursday, I went to a dance club called the Mulata to celebrate the birthday of a girl in our group, Tessa, because the drinks were free for women. I've determined I greatly prefer cantinas to antros.
I don't remember when, precisely, but I went to my Mexican culture professors house, watched "Nicotina" and "Y tu mama tambien," drank DELICIOUS Argentinian wine, and ate hand-made tuna empenadas.
Friday, I went on a mini-cantina hop with Katie, Lisa, Oscar, and Alexis. It was a failed attempt because all the cantinas were packed so we gave up and went back to Oscar's apartment with two bottles of vodka, some juice, and Radiohead. Wicked hangover in the morning was worth it, I think.
Thursday, I went to a dance club called the Mulata to celebrate the birthday of a girl in our group, Tessa, because the drinks were free for women. I've determined I greatly prefer cantinas to antros.
I don't remember when, precisely, but I went to my Mexican culture professors house, watched "Nicotina" and "Y tu mama tambien," drank DELICIOUS Argentinian wine, and ate hand-made tuna empenadas.