48 Hours of Perfection.

Please don't hate me after you see these pictures. I almost hate myself, if that makes sense(if such a thing were possible :) However, this weekend was....basically perfect. I know I have said before that I love Sand's, but...i LOVE Sand's!! The bartender there is maybe the nicest person I've ever met in my life. He told me "mi casa is su casa", so now I know for sure we are friends, and that makes me very happy. When I was there on Friday he only charged me $2.50 total. For everything. And....WATCHED THE YANKEES AND THE SOX! Yeah, that's right. If you happened to miss it, don't worry. The only thing you really missed was the Sox fucking themselves over yet again. How can you be carrying a 5 run lead into the top of the 8th and fucking LOSE THE GAME???!!! HOW, Red Sox? How...? Well, Joey (the bartender) and I were watching the game and the Colombians met me there and I made them wait until the game was over. And this other guy, a newyorkrican, met us there to and he is supercool and hopefully i hang out with him again the future. He took us to the most amazing bar I've ever been too. I can't remember the name, but I felt like...I was in Puerto Rico. They had this 10 piece band playing, which was totally awesome. The puertoricans were dancing in the front, and one girl would wear an apron and dance in the middle. Beautiful dancing, not grindy flithy reggaeton style. And after a while, she would take off the apron and put it on another girl who would dance in the middle. It was truely amazing to watch, and the band themselves really blew my mind. So much talent!!! It's crazy. I don't want to taint the experience by comparing it to this awful, awful movie, but... it felt like Dirty Dancing. There, i said it. *sigh* ONLY in the sense, though, that I was seeing something I have never, ever seen before, like a little gem of puerto rico that I was somehow lucky enough to stumble into.

This is supposed to be a girl dancing:

The band: (sorry Julio, I still can't figure out the rotation thing...)


I got home at 8:15 AM, and needed to meet Manda and Dan at 8:45AM because we were goingto Rincon, to the beach! So...basically, I took a shower and went to meet them. The plan was to go to this hotel "Rincon by the Sea", because I had been there with Jaybo and Laybo, and you can just walk in and use their pool/private beach, etc. SO, that is where we went, and I can't think of a better place to nurse a semi-hangover than at a pool bar, knowing you have a private beach 10 feet away. Seriously.

So, after taking a bloody mary poolside (as seen here), I moved over to the beach....


to take a nap.


See, here i am!


got sunburned. But who cares. It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend and I'm starting to realize it's impossible for me to do work of any kind on the weekends. Oh well. That's what Monday-Thursday's are for.

Pedagogy of the Oppressed, Paulo Freire: The Chomsky for Teachers

Alright. Two blogs in a row. I hope you're excited. I don't have pictures to go along with this one, but that doesn't mean it isn't awesome. I've been noticed people only comment on blogs with pictures. What's that deal, "friends"? You like my pictures more than my words?? I would be offended, but I know you all too well.

OKAY. To the point: My mind is completely blown. I was supposed to have read this book for class tomorrow, but the problem is that this is puerto rico, for Christ's sake, and naturally my book didn't get here on time. So, I borrowed it from someone in my class. My plan: go to Sand's, which let's face it, is like my second home. It's my Pancho Villa's (Mpls), it's my Tiger Lily (Boston), and it's my Onder de Linden (Well); it's where I can go, comfortably, alone or with others. It's where the bartenders know who I am, and mix my drinks stronger but charge me less for them. It's a beautiful thing, really.

Wow, so that wasn't the point. It's cool, sidetracks and digression are okay with me. The real point: I went to Sand's tonight, because I borrowed this book I need to read for tomorrow (Pedagogy of the Oppressed), and had yet to have read. My plan was to read the entire thing while drinking 151's and coke. That is exactly what I did. Now my mind is moving like crazy, because this shit is amazing. I recommend it highly to anyone. HIGHLY.

Um, other than that....not much going on. Just wanted to let you know that i am doing something besides drinking (even i'm drinking while doing said things. i'm a multi-tasker, what can i say?)Pedagogy of the Oppressed, Paulo Freire: The Chomsky for Teachers.

p.s.

Superbad is the most fucking hilarious movie i've ever seen in my life.