Saturday Updates

Hi Guys, I wrote this stuff last Saturday, early evening, and then later in the evening.


Its awesome to have such a friendly mom, but sometimes it gets sort of old when all these people without social skills show up in your dining room with pans of pallela and slide projectors.

Its been an overall good Saturday, very relaxed and slow moving. Managed to sleep until 8, the latest of any day so far, and then had breakfast. Madre’s awesome friend Lilly and her friend came over. They are like 35 and super active and energetic. They just got back from Peru, and were getting the mountain bike they had stored behind the washing machine. They invited me to do active stuff with them, so I am going rock climbing with them at 8 tomorrow morning. So excited! They are so cool and friendly and smily. Also, I made a joke and everyone laughed and said I was funny! I was so proud!

Oh, speaking of my Spanish skills, I dreampt in Spanish last night. However, its not what you think. In the dream, I was in an elevator, trapped, and I was like, “well shit, I guess I’ve got to speak Spanish now.” Someone asked me what my favorite fruits were. I said, “I like apples, but only good apples. I like bananas, but not brown bananas. I don’t like pears. I like watermelon, but not the seeds.” Man, even when unconscious I am brilliant.

Madre had work, so I went with her to the consultorio, and watched half of Pulp Fiction in English with French subtitles. Diego was out back, trying to start the car, and the spark is busted, so he asked us to put our hands on the car and send energy to the engine. Diego and his energy. Eventually the car started! Energy rules!

Went home, napped hardxcore. I can just fall asleep in these weird positions with the sun in my eyes, I don’t even need to listen to Wilco anymore. Woke up as like 8 people came to the house, Madre’s sister, her husband and two daughers, Diego, Abuela and maybe one other person??? We ate: home made Minestronie soap, rice, veggie stir fry, two types of bought Chinese food and these bizarre things from the Chinese restaurant (they call them “Chifa”) that was like a giant won-ton friend cracker. You put sweet-and-sour sauce (corn syrup) on it, and eat it dry. NAST!

It was also insanely awkward because these two ladies were at the hosue to clean it before the party, and we were all skirting around them and ignoring them and they ate the same food, but in the kitchen. Round bouts the end of the meal, Malcolm and Nick showed up, and there wasn;t enough food. After we ate, we sat around the table and chatted. Eventually, N, M and I were excused to watch MTV while the rest of the family continued chatting. There’s only so much not having anything to say one can take. We watched MTV. True Life: I go to fat camp and True Life: I have an eating disorder. Nice juxtaposition, MTV. After that, we lay around in my mother’s bed and gossiped. I really like Nick and Malcolm. Ecuabuddies.

They left. These random people came over, bringing a huge pan of pallela and this movie projector. There is also a lady with a sick kid here. Why?!?!?! Ecuadorians are good at kissing hello, but bad at introductions of names or stating relationships or stating why people are in your house.

Well, Bolo is going to come get me soon with “algunos amigos” and we are going downtown to meet up with Jimmy and maybe some K kids who are apparently knee deep in a beer pong torunement with some people either from Germany or Tennessee. I might read some of Walden Two. Its pouring rain, not sure if I have it in me to get out there. But at least I’m experiencing culture! Aside from all the MTV.

Later, 1230.

Currently, there are about fifteen middle aged people singing folk songs in my living room, eating popcorn, and drinking scotch. I feel lame by comparison. But at the same time, I’m a little indignant. Why should I be out in a crowded street, wasting my money on cheap alcohol when there are people miserable and crying and alone places? If the going out isn’t making me feel particularly more connected, then why not help others while I’m at it? Social things like a club are supposed to be fun, but they just take it out of me, so I feel like I shouldn’t try to go to them to relax.