March 24, 2008
Let me first preface this entry with a little info I seem to have left out in the previous entry. While I was in Cordoba I caught an awful cold and also got stung by a Vespa (wasp) on the bottom of my foot, of all places. I wouldn´t wish this awfulness on my worst enemy (who right now is that wasp).
So, last night was so hilarious. I went out with my friend Euge to the disco in Vicuña Mackenna. I didn´t know what to expect. We met up at her friends´s house and then got to the disco (mind you... Euge and her friends are 15 and 16 years old). We were the first ones to arrive because Euge and her friends were in charge of the decorations that night. I felt like I was at a high school dance... because that´s EXACTLY what it was. Minus the whole venue change... it was exactly that.
Everyone was looking at me and I´m sure just wondering who I was but in my mnd I was sure they were thinking "what´s this old lady doing here crashing our high school dance?" or something like that. After I got over the whole old lady thing and they dimmed the lights, I felt a little more comfortable.
I started to dance and Euge and her friends asked me to teach them how to do some USA dance moves... HA! "ME teach YOU?" that´s exactly what I said to her. God forbid I tell her the truth about me and my dancing. That I actually don´t like to dance, and that I rarely do it. But telling an Argentine that you don´t like to dance is like telling them you don´t eat meat. You just don´t do it. You start eating meat and you start freakin´dancing. My wasp bitten foot started to act up, so being the old lady that I am, I had to leave early (early as in 3am).
So I got my Mom and Dad to come get me. HOLY CRAP! I´m 15 again. kinda cool.
Let me first preface this entry with a little info I seem to have left out in the previous entry. While I was in Cordoba I caught an awful cold and also got stung by a Vespa (wasp) on the bottom of my foot, of all places. I wouldn´t wish this awfulness on my worst enemy (who right now is that wasp).
So, last night was so hilarious. I went out with my friend Euge to the disco in Vicuña Mackenna. I didn´t know what to expect. We met up at her friends´s house and then got to the disco (mind you... Euge and her friends are 15 and 16 years old). We were the first ones to arrive because Euge and her friends were in charge of the decorations that night. I felt like I was at a high school dance... because that´s EXACTLY what it was. Minus the whole venue change... it was exactly that.
Everyone was looking at me and I´m sure just wondering who I was but in my mnd I was sure they were thinking "what´s this old lady doing here crashing our high school dance?" or something like that. After I got over the whole old lady thing and they dimmed the lights, I felt a little more comfortable.
I started to dance and Euge and her friends asked me to teach them how to do some USA dance moves... HA! "ME teach YOU?" that´s exactly what I said to her. God forbid I tell her the truth about me and my dancing. That I actually don´t like to dance, and that I rarely do it. But telling an Argentine that you don´t like to dance is like telling them you don´t eat meat. You just don´t do it. You start eating meat and you start freakin´dancing. My wasp bitten foot started to act up, so being the old lady that I am, I had to leave early (early as in 3am).
So I got my Mom and Dad to come get me. HOLY CRAP! I´m 15 again. kinda cool.
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1 comment:
Hi, Kasey. It's your first cousin once removed Bob-a-Louie, a.k.a Luanne. Sounds like you're in your element. I just finished reading and am now listening to, "Eat, Pray, Love," to which, "Travel" could be added to the title, and you could be the author (except that you're about ten years younger and have never been married). Enjoy reading about your adventures. Take care, and stay away from those wasps. Love, Luanne
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