Tonight was not one of my proudest nights, let's put it that way. And yes, you can cancel out the epic direction-giving moment I had last week. Chucha.
jueves, 26 de febrero de 2009
Canceling Each Other Out
Scratch my direction-giving glory. I went out to dinner with my mom in the Los Leones region of Providencia (one of the few regions that I actually know pretty well in Santiago), and I got tipsy/drunk off of a mere Pisco sour and a mojito. With food in my system, mind you. I wasn't kidding you when I told you I was a lightweight. Because of this, me and my mom embarked on a huge drunken loop to search for the 104/212 bus stop, even though it's on one of the main streets, and basically, impossible to miss. What should have taken five minutes took twenty. Also, my mom wanted to put a little bit of money on her Bip! card, and couldn't fully communicate with the lady at the Metro, and I had to do it while I was tipsy. And if you think my Spanish is lacking sober, it is a nightmare with a few drinks in the system. I ended up not hearing basically anything/if I heard something, I couldn't understand it. So what could have been a simple, "Señorita, your mom needs to put a minimum of 1000 pesos on her Bip! card" turned into a Qué/Otra vez/Repite porfa marathon.
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Okay I have to say that even though that bus is on one of the main streets it takes me 20 minutes to find every single damn time. Even when I ask people. Even when they lead me there. You yourself have taken me there several times. I think the bus stop moves just to fuck with me. This is also one of the reasons that I am moving out of my homestay.
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