Sunday, September 20, 2009
Anyway, back to Alma's last night! So she and I made it to Italiannis. It was Alma's last night, but it was also the last time I would see some of these teachers. The English Program paid for the meal (so I probably should've enjoyed some of it), and we chatted. The girls were planning on a Girls Night In, and we committed to going, but of course, the true intentions were never there...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
We had a decent dinner. It was not our favorite sushi, but it was okay. The manager was at least funny and helpful. We often raised our hands as a table to get his attention. He loved us. We would never, ever share that we didn't absolutely love the place, though since it was owned by narcos. As the banner came out, Alma asked if we could hang it on the wall. He mumbled something about the tape pulling off the paint and then named the narco group and said they'd just pay to redo the wall if something happened to it. I clearly didn't catch all that, but Alma retold the story to those around her, and I asked clarifying questions.
We met up with some of the "usual suspects." I was thankful that it was not ridiculously hot this time. It's almost always suffocating in there, but this time it was almost cool. Almost.
After a few songs and chit chat, we made our way out again. There was one more stop. Elvira had some PISI party at a bar on the other side of town, so we were going to meet up with her. Quinantzin was with her. As we were making carpooling arrangements in the parking lot, Alma looks at me and asks if I have the keys. Of course not! She had left her purse in the car in order to have less in her hands while dancing, etc. Well, what had happened was she had given Ocyé her keys and money while we were at sushi. In the middle of our time at Bavaria, Ocyé had decided she needed to go home. She told us all goodbye and left, but Alma failed to realize the location of her keys!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
(*Note: written Tuesday evening)
I got a call this morning, okay, almost afternoon, from Maribel. She had that urgent franticness in her voice that seems to come every time she needs anything. It’s always needed that exact moment. She asked me why I hadn’t come by the office. I was confused. She had wanted to make a Tres Leches Cake with me one day this week and told me to text her when I got back in town. I told her Sunday I was back but that I would probably sleep the day away on Monday, but any other day would be good. No mention of the office. She was fine with that. No mention of the office. Or which day for the cake for that matter.
Needless to say, I was confused with this call. Since it was nearing time for her to leave the office, and it was evident in my voice that I had not been up for long, she realized I wouldn’t be making it in today.
Turns out there are certificates from the 6th grade test I administered months ago it seems. They have to be delivered to the 6th graders. I assumed they were out of school since the 3rd was the last day, but she said I had to come pick them up and deliver them.
Well, I got frantic as usual. Then I told myself to chill out. If it didn’t happen, ni modo (oh well). It’s going to happen. I’m going to take Alma to work in the morning and then use her car to run my errands. But the “teach them a lesson” gringa in me says, why did I work it out? Why didn’t I just tell them I couldn’t? Maribel was telling me this about the certificates as if I’d been told 15 times. When I asked her how I Was suppsosed to know this she said, well, you hadn’t been told, but remember we were waiting for the certificates for the event. No, actually, I didn’t remember that, and how waiting for the certificates for an event I wouldn’t even attend has correlation to my delivering them to school tomorrow, I’m still not sure. Anyway, while there are so many things about this country, city, place that I will miss, the education system, school, and complete and total lack of organization within it (and consequently within the lives of most of its citizens) are not among them.
(*Note: written Tuesday night)
Mayra and I went to see The Proposal last night (Monday night) and I loved it. I absolutely loved it. Though I thought Sandra Bullock seemed too old for the guy. But it’s okay. Age difference was just the elephant in the movie for me.
Anyway, as we were on our way there, Mayra blurts out that there’s a surprise going away party for me on Saturday but she didn’t want me to up and go off to some other Mexican destination because I hadn’t been warned. Clearly these Mexicans have never pulled off a surprise, and why would they have? That takes communication and organization. Neither of which the country is known for!
She has a point. I very easily could’ve gotten an invite from someone on Friday or Saturday to do something and I would’ve gone, ruining all their “plans.” I have yet to explain that you just get the surprisee to commit to something for that time period and then actually pull off the surprise.
However, this mumbling seems like I’m unappreciative. I’m so excited they’re doing it for me. I could think of no better way I’d want to leave this country than with great memories of a party with my friends that was created with me in mind. Just me. Not some shared birthday party. Not a typical Mexican party that you throw for yourself. A celebration of me.
I’m going to miss them. Surprise-ruining and all.