Thursday, September 2, 2010

Mo Money Mo Pizza

Some trees
A picture that says 1000 words
Me, Elias, Jackie, and Carly at Concha y Toro (vineyard)
Obviously being a shell and bulls

Two months after moving here and I can finally say that things are all coming together for me! Work is in full swing (if you consider a 12 hour work week full swing), I’ve started doing yoga again, I’ve been pushing myself to speak more Spanish, and I have made some great friends. Life is good. A highlight of this last week was going out with friends from work to “La Piojera”. “La Piojera” (translation: “Lice”) is a very Chilean bar that is famous for its ‘terremotos’. Terremotos (earthquakes) are made of fermented white wine, black liquor, and pineapple icecream. What’s not to love? Needless to say, when you go to “La Piojera” …anything goes. What was supposed to be a relatively tame night out with a few new friends quickly turned into a night of debauchery. After a couple of terremotos everyone just seemed to click. Our group consisted of 5 people from work (Carly, Jackie, Zach, Dustin, and Elias), 5 Chilean friends of Carly and Jackie…and Joe…a British traveler who loved to hand out 40 dollar tips like it was nobody’s business. There’s something about British people that is so refreshing to me. Maybe it’s the accent. Or their pessimistic/sarcastic humor. Or the fact that in South America…they may be the only people worse at dancing than I am. Needless to say, Joe quickly became my partner in crime for the night. After the “La Piojera” and a lot of trouble getting to the metro, we caught the last train and went to a house party where we started dropping like flies. Any by dropping like flies…I mean getting kicked out. We lost one Chilean to not being able to stand up without being held, and we lost Zach to an unfortunate peeing on the wall incident. Lesson learned…drink terremotos with caution.

Arguably the best part about this night was the next morning. I know it’s hard to believe…but you actually don’t make that much money working as an English teacher. So it has become my morning ritual after a night out to check my wallet to see just how much money I spent. I went out on Friday with 6 luca and when I woke up…I had 20!!!!!! A miracle! During one of Joe’s tipping rampages I grabbed his 20 and told him that I would tip instead (because I had smaller bills). He insisted that I keep the 20-luca tip or give it to the cab driver and proceeded to drop it on the ground. I think I tried to give it back to him for about .005 seconds before I decided who am I to argue?… I should just keep it. And keep it I did. I don’t’ even feel bad about it! What I do feel bad about is the fact that it took me all of 20 minutes the next morning to spend ALL OF IT. In my hungover state I called Fro and ordered her to come get a huge pizza with me because “I’m RICH!” When telling Fro the story of how I came about such riches, I mentioned that Gary would be so proud because I used the Law of Attraction. For anyone not familiar with the law of attraction it works like so: I had been worrying about money, vividly pictured myself having money, and attracted money! Fro’s response? “Are you trying to tell me that your Dad will be proud of you for STEALING?” Yes Fro. Yes I am. Well 20 minutes, one huge pizza, and 15 luca later I was broke again. I guess it was fun while it lasted.

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