Last night we had a Fourth of July party. It started with a game of flip cup in our apartment. It was an international group, covering Australia, England, France, Ecuador, Mexico, and the US. Some former frat boy thought that teaching everyone flip cup would improve international relations. I guess I'm too old to care about drinking games too much. Actually I think in my entire life I've played three drinking games. I try to avoid them like the plague. Like I need extra motivation to drink.
Sometime around 11 we went out to a sportsbar and saw the tale end of the Argentina & Uraguay(?) game. Once again, frat boy was leading some unidentified drinking game with everyone. At some point the group started synchronously rolling their R's as in perro. They were making fun of a New Yorker that speaks great Spanish but can't roll an R to save her life. So now there are at least 8 people simultaneously and loudly going "RRRRRRRRRRRR." They are really loud and a server comes by and in perfect English says "What the fuck are you doing?" Priceless. I love being associated with obnoxious Americans in foreign countries.
Though my day wasn't nearly as bad as Amy's, I had a tough time speaking English this morning, let alone Spanish. I couldn't figure out anything my teacher was saying and at one point thought she said "ikimasho" which is "let's go" in Japanese. Oops, wrong language. I also tried to start sentences with "ich." Also the wrong language.
After class I went to a bodega and bought lunch and a bottle of wine for approximately $2.00 total. After a mega nap and trying to memorize verbs I headed back to school to learn how to make empanadas. The empanadas were easy. The meat mixture is essentially what you'd fix for spaghetti without the sauce. The problem will be finding the dough in the States. I suppose I could start rolling my own though. The newest experience was vino con Fanta. One of the teachers was drinking Fanta mixed with vino. I'm willing to try anything and jumped on that bandwagon. Shockingly it was really tasty. It was sort of like sangria. I dare you to try it.
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Wine and Fanta? That sounds intriguing. I loved Fanta in Europe, but when I tell people that, they look at me weird. It's true! Fanta tasted different in Europe and the coloring was less crayola orange.
I love that waiter of yours.
A.
We drank Fanta w/beer in Europe, so guess we'll have to try it w/wine.
Wine and Sprite for me please...
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