14/03/08
I feel like more than 3 days of stuff has happened in the last 3 days. I saw Vantage Point and Spartan Movie. Please, don't see Spartan Movie. I know that you know that it's gonna be bad, but maybe a little funny. It is not a little funny. There are much better things to do with your time. I would say anything being shown on channel 9 will be more satisfying. Thursday night I went to my first Mexican party for my friend Paloma. I met many more friends. It was a good party. Everyone was very kind and most spoke at least some English. I found a guy who is going to a free Bob Dylan show in some small town in South Mexico. I may try to go with him. This group of people are like artsy, music people. I like them a lot. I met two chicks who work in museums and one who is a journalist about art and culture. I also met a lawyor who is very funny and was not invited or friends with anyone at the party. Overall, the party was not at all different from American parties. Lots of people around drinking, talking, eating some weird cakes. They sang Happy Birthday in Spanish. Paloma and her roommate Lalo were very awesome and hospitable and told me I can come by anytime to play video games. I spent the night there, because the trains quit running at midnight and we partied till like 3.
The next day I walked Paloma to work. She lives and works in very hip parts of town. I ran some errands and bought some tickets for an upcoming concert that everyone here loves - Cafe Tacuba. Alicia played them for me and they are quite good. I went home ate some Mole. Which is chicken covered in a weird Mexican gravy stuff. I don't know. I took the Metro back to town and met up with Gaby who took me to this great mountain spot by her house. We talked about how much we hate Harry Potter. Then we went to Temo's soccer game. They lost 4-2, but earlier Temo scored the tying goal which was very exciting. After the game, Gaby and I left the family and went to Cafe Iguana. This is the coolest place. I can't tell you. It's like a venue, pizza shop, bar, and dance floor all in one. They played very good music and it's very beautiful architecture. You can walk upstairs and it's all open air. We got on the roof for an awesome view, but got busted pretty quickly. The pizza was good too. I got bit by the Curse of Lance, then took a train home. Usually the trains don't play any music, but since it was like midnight they were jamming on Michael Jackson and everyone was trying so hard not to dance - myself included. I wanted to get up and grab people and dance, but yeah, I don't know how'd they'd like it. Everyone was just tapping their feet and drumming on there knees. I walked home, ran into Fidel and met some of his grandsons, I think, then went home and slept.
One last interesting note. As I learn more Spanish and certain slang and in phrases, more people are correcting me and telling me to speak a certain way. For example, I think that Alejandro and his friends taught me some phrases maybe similar to jock talk. Somethings that are meant to be causal but could be interpreted as disrespectful to women. Also, the ways that my parents teach me to talk, no one else my age talks like this. They are teaching me to talk as if I were at work all the time and very serious and formal. Then Gaby doesn't like the way I say "con permiso", so she taught me a hipper way to say it, something like "co'mpro". I think it's all really funny.
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