More Poetry

Heh, just kidding. So maybe you weren't a big fan of that last post, since it had absolutely nothing to do with Chile. Sorry.

Some friends and I attempted to go karaoke-ing last night, but we got distracted by the idea of getting ice cream, got to the bar too late, and didn't get to sing. They were just finishing up the karaoke, and one of the last singers was this guy who sang "New York, New York." Seriously, every person in the bar started singing along. To "New York, New York." Chileans, you're funny people.

Some guy (actually, it was the guy who sang "New York, New York") asked me to dance, and he taught me how to salsa. When he introduced himself, I could've sworn he said his name was Phil (or Will, or Bill, or something that ended in -ill) and I thought that was weird since it wasn't really a Chilean-sounding name. So was like, "Phil??" and he responded, "No, I'm Luis." What the heck? How do you mistake "Luis" for "Phil"? I don't even know what to think of myself.

Then I spent the better have of today laying at Parque Ines de Suarez, the park I run through 3-4 times a week. There's a lovely little field there, and my friend, Adrienne, and I went there to lay out in the sun and read. We both had a lot of reading to catch up, but I'm not sure we really got a lot done. For some reason there's fair number of palm trees too, so every once in a while, I'd look up from reading, see a palm tree, and think, "Wow, that's cool. Palm trees. How exotic. It's like Hawaii. No, it's like a whole different country. Oh wait..."

Random thoughts:
- I heard Michigan lost today. Boo.
- I'm on the mission to find a guitar. Preferably one that is cheap enough so I won't have to sell my liver on the black market to pay for it.
- I have sore throat #1.
- I missed Welcome Week at school, so I'm very excited for the Welcome Back Jenni Week that Rayna suggested.
- Madonna is having a concert at the Estado Nacional on December 10. The tickets are ridiculously expensive, but since the Estado Nacional pretty close to my apartment, I think I'll just sit out by the pool and listen from there. With a Pisco Sour in hand.
- After teaching at the YMCA on Thursday, one of the new students asked me, "Are you always this happy?" I love it when people ask me that.


Besos!