sorry tanto silencio...
hey ýall..sorry so much silence..
i got a little..distracted you know???
all involved with some chilean which i gotta say really does work wonders for my spanish...thats the kinda motivation i need, say something right i get a kiss...why didnt somebody think of that before? i mean maybe not the teacher i have now, yeah that wouldnt work...but say profesora preciosa...nah
...anyway this was a boy fling thing of some sort and i didnt want to put up deets cause j always be reading this and i dunno...i dont think id wanna see deets on any j and girl fling things...but its pretty much over, i have devolvered that adorable fucker to the girl he was dating who couldnt deal with the complications..i mean the whole time i was like hey i aint tryin to steal nobodys man...maybe just borrow for a little while? anyway i have returned him to rightful owner pretty much good as new, maybe a few scratches or dents...
and its cool cause i really dig the kid and wanna like kick it and be friends which i think should work out fine seeing as how it want ever any kind of serious thing
....man...jeez.
well at least now i can get my homework done. so i realized that i have done you all a terrible disservice and have told you nothing of the helado aqui.
jesus mary and joseph that shit is fuckin good. its cold creamy and sweet...
there are all these wierd flavors that as far as i can tell correspond to nothing in reality, like croket...i mean what is that?
from what i can tell that word signifies fuckin good cause it is...there are actually quite a few like that...
so yesterday ash and i (thats curly haired too cute for her own good demonia) took a yoga class in the afternoon which was the bomb diggity shit..
diaper pants yoga man busted out the diaper shorts to celebrate the lovely weather and these people when they say vinyasa they mean fuckin vinyasa i mean homeboy hardly even spoke we all just breathed as if were one set of lungs and moved as one...lovely...
after that chica and i went for ice cream...had one of those blank gringa experiences where we just couldnt figure shit out, i was like ok..to the dude with the ice cream scoop`, do i need to order over there and pay over there and then come back with a reciept? he was like yeah...i was all cool...
so i go over and try to order and the chick is like no you sit down and somebody will take your order and ash and i are like, ok so we have to sit down, we dont order here and pay here and go there with a recipt? and chicks like nah man sit down...we like ok....
just trying to get a fuckin cono de helado...
so we waitin.....
for a waiter....
theres like 30 of em but none of em coming to get me reunired with my helado...
finally this dude says something in unintelligable spanish...
im like oh goody here we go...hes like blah diddly hoo ha...
up in spanish so fast and accenty you cant understand...
im like heres the blank gringa face meant to communicate i dont get a fuckin word yer sayin...so he says it again...im too happy from all the yoga to really try to work this out...figure if he really wants to communicate he will slow down a little...
finally he does he says real slow and loud in english are you waiting for a waiter? we like, yeah man...
swear i didnt hear nothing like that in the spanish garbledygook homeskillet was spitting its not like im a moron i can say waiting for a waiter...
jesuuuuuuuus...
so he sends a waiter over and we start to order only to have the waiter tell us that actually we need to order cones over there...
we start to laugh, we cant help it were like man that chick told us we gots to sit down and here we are..hes like um ok you fuckin wierdos you gotta order yer cones over there and pay over there and get a recipt and take it over there...and we just cant take it..we start laughing hysterically...
its all too much
theres just too much happening in this establishment
so we make our way to the door call this one a yoga bliss gringa expo and find a smaller gelatería where we successfully pedir some enormo delicioso helado en barquillos and start walkin home...the happiest gringas for like miles in any direction...
i got a little..distracted you know???
all involved with some chilean which i gotta say really does work wonders for my spanish...thats the kinda motivation i need, say something right i get a kiss...why didnt somebody think of that before? i mean maybe not the teacher i have now, yeah that wouldnt work...but say profesora preciosa...nah
...anyway this was a boy fling thing of some sort and i didnt want to put up deets cause j always be reading this and i dunno...i dont think id wanna see deets on any j and girl fling things...but its pretty much over, i have devolvered that adorable fucker to the girl he was dating who couldnt deal with the complications..i mean the whole time i was like hey i aint tryin to steal nobodys man...maybe just borrow for a little while? anyway i have returned him to rightful owner pretty much good as new, maybe a few scratches or dents...
and its cool cause i really dig the kid and wanna like kick it and be friends which i think should work out fine seeing as how it want ever any kind of serious thing
....man...jeez.
well at least now i can get my homework done. so i realized that i have done you all a terrible disservice and have told you nothing of the helado aqui.
jesus mary and joseph that shit is fuckin good. its cold creamy and sweet...
there are all these wierd flavors that as far as i can tell correspond to nothing in reality, like croket...i mean what is that?
from what i can tell that word signifies fuckin good cause it is...there are actually quite a few like that...
so yesterday ash and i (thats curly haired too cute for her own good demonia) took a yoga class in the afternoon which was the bomb diggity shit..
diaper pants yoga man busted out the diaper shorts to celebrate the lovely weather and these people when they say vinyasa they mean fuckin vinyasa i mean homeboy hardly even spoke we all just breathed as if were one set of lungs and moved as one...lovely...
after that chica and i went for ice cream...had one of those blank gringa experiences where we just couldnt figure shit out, i was like ok..to the dude with the ice cream scoop`, do i need to order over there and pay over there and then come back with a reciept? he was like yeah...i was all cool...
so i go over and try to order and the chick is like no you sit down and somebody will take your order and ash and i are like, ok so we have to sit down, we dont order here and pay here and go there with a recipt? and chicks like nah man sit down...we like ok....
just trying to get a fuckin cono de helado...
so we waitin.....
for a waiter....
theres like 30 of em but none of em coming to get me reunired with my helado...
finally this dude says something in unintelligable spanish...
im like oh goody here we go...hes like blah diddly hoo ha...
up in spanish so fast and accenty you cant understand...
im like heres the blank gringa face meant to communicate i dont get a fuckin word yer sayin...so he says it again...im too happy from all the yoga to really try to work this out...figure if he really wants to communicate he will slow down a little...
finally he does he says real slow and loud in english are you waiting for a waiter? we like, yeah man...
swear i didnt hear nothing like that in the spanish garbledygook homeskillet was spitting its not like im a moron i can say waiting for a waiter...
jesuuuuuuuus...
so he sends a waiter over and we start to order only to have the waiter tell us that actually we need to order cones over there...
we start to laugh, we cant help it were like man that chick told us we gots to sit down and here we are..hes like um ok you fuckin wierdos you gotta order yer cones over there and pay over there and get a recipt and take it over there...and we just cant take it..we start laughing hysterically...
its all too much
theres just too much happening in this establishment
so we make our way to the door call this one a yoga bliss gringa expo and find a smaller gelatería where we successfully pedir some enormo delicioso helado en barquillos and start walkin home...the happiest gringas for like miles in any direction...
posted by Rachel R. @ 9:16 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:05 AM,
Jeff Pollet said…
...and yet still quite a different experience from some of your first forays into the whole order-here-get-receipt-pay-there-I-don't-
even-understand-it-in-english-how-are-
you-supposed-to-get-it-in-spanish thing; less panic/sucky, more yoga/blissy.
Re: Chilean kisses and such--I pretty much just assume these days that people who aren't writing much on their blogs are preoccupied with some romantic/etc. stuff. I mean there's you and Petunia and my friend Lex...all relatively silent these days. I, meanwhile, am as prolific as HELL.
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