It´s Monday again, I´ve got all of five weeks of school left and then it´s two months through Argentina and southern Chile, baby. On Friday there was some museum promotion in Santiago, open till midnight and free entrance so me and 5 housemates dressed up and went to Bellas Artes. My Peruvian housemate Leo became Leonardo and I became Sebastian as we schmoozed our way around the museum, scratching our freshly shaven chins and pretending we knew what the hell we were talking about. The paintings up sucked ass, well most of them anyway, after we got done making wise cracks about the 6 year old who painted them we split for some dance club. Dance club? Me? yea, it was funny. On the dance floor the dj was spinning such golden hits as YMCA and Celebrate Good Times Come On! I got creative and invented a dance I call the Igor; it involves closing one eye, sticking your face forward, rolling your shoulders, and rocking side to side while your limp arms hit the other dancers. You can stick your tongue out for effect, too.
And then the cover band started playing. This might have been the funniest thing I´ve ever seen. It was made up of three guitarists and a drum machine. The first guitarist was the dirtiest hessian I´ve ever seen, ripping out wailing guitar solos and making dramatic poses the likes of which you ain´t ever seen. The middle guitarist looked like how Harry Connick Jr. would look if he had fewer eyebrows and his parents were brother and sister. He did most of the singing. When he wasn´t singing was when the third guitarist shined. He looked equally as ridiculous, but holy fucking shit they covered that one really famous song by AC/DC and he did the best impression of the AC/DC singer I´ve ever heard. I was cheering rabidly until Leo told me to shut up before I got my ass kicked. He had a point. We stumbled home.
I saw Glup! on Saturday night, the dance party ensued afterwards and I ended up getting home about 5:30. I´m starting to get used to the going out schedule down here; heading out about midnight and usually staying up through sunrise. I walked around yesterday saying good morning to my housemates for a while before I realized that it was mid afternoon since I slept till one. We played hung over soccer yesterday, I don´t think I´ve ever played so bad in my life but Leo assured me that getting some exercise is good for sweating out all that stuff I drank the night before. yea, what the fuck ever. The Chilean national team beat the fuck out of Peru last night in soccer. Leo wasn´t too bummed; he kept telling me throughout the whole game how terrible Peruvian soccer is and watching all the mistakes they made I had to agree with him.
We get this friday off for another USAC group trip that I´m not going on. I´m ready to get out of Santiago again, probably some camping.