Just some stuff floating around my head.

I'm so tired. I went out with Chileans last night. And as you know, they eat late. Well, maybe you don't. I do. I've mentioned it here in my blog. But I am way too lazy to go find it and link it right now. So just trust me, I said it before. Like I was saying, Chileans have dinner late. Like 8 PM or later. And we were invited to a birthday party for a coworker of my husbands.

I was extremely hesitant in going. For a whole bunch of reasons. I do not speak Chinese. Ok. I don't speak Spanish either. But what's the difference. Nobody would be talking to me. I asked my husband if there would be alcohol. And he in turn asked me if these were in fact Chilean people. I guess my answer was yes. So I told him I would go. I'm doing my wifely duties. I put on some cool clothes. Well, at least they were cool enough to get some sweet compliments out of dh. Oh yes, and I put on some black heels and grabbed my red leather fossil bag that is absolutely bee-you-tee-full. I think my red bag was a hit all in itself, but that's besides the point.

What was my point? Where am I going with all of this? I have no clue. I'm just babbling here. Babbling as my 2 and a half year old daughter teeters dangerously on the arm of my desk chair that I am sitting on. I can't make her stop. She doesn't listen to me. Unless there is bribery.

Whatever, there was lots of alcohol last night. And there were people that stared at me like I had a third arm. I took my camera though, as if that would be my lifesaving tool in the evening. I could just snatch it out of my darling fossil bag and start snapping pictures of the people staring at me. That would sure break the ice, no? Yeah. Well that was my plan. I took my camera. Just in case. You never know when you are going to need it.

So there we are at this party, of sorts, with lots of people (American music playing in the background) lots of food (very good food) and loads of bottles of alcohol lining the top of one table in the very back of the apartment we were in. So what's a girl to do. "Si, por favor, mas vino!" For you folks out there who know less Spanish than myself, that little phrase means Get me some damn wine. Or something like that. See? At least I know the important stuff. I mean, I think I could probably call 911 and get assistance. Even though 911 really isn't 911, it's more like 133. Or so I am told.

I digress. As we were sitting there staring at each other (I mean me and the folks who don't understand me) the doorbell rings. And I look over eagerly, as if I might recognize our next guest (I won't). But it was something to do. The mariachis had arrived! ~Ole!~

I was psyched. No really. I was. Because I know mariachis. I am Latin. Or Mexican, or Greek. But it doesn't matter, because Mariachis can make the world a better place. And people dance about and act silly. People have even been know to sing along. I did. Now, if you are wondering how I, a person who is not bilingual, is going to sing along to a song sung by Mariachis in an apartment full of Chileans that I don't know, it's simple. When I was in elementary school, and before I really realized that I can't sing a tune to save my life, I was in chorus. Or at least I participated with a chorus at one point. And we performed in San Antonio, Texas in a very large auditorium in front of a huge audience. Guess what we sang? Cielito Lindo. You might not be familiar with that song. And that's OK, but it's a good one. I've grown up hearing it. And like I said, I sang it with a choir. {See Enrique Iglesias sing it here}

So jumping back to a point I made earlier about bringing my camera. It's moments like these, that you are so thankful that you are prepared. Thankful that you thought ahead. I was going to snap pictures now. This was my time. I was fitting in. I was going to be one of the cool kids at the party, because I know all the words to Cielito Lindo, and my appreciation for Mariachis had to make me look cooler. So I grabbed my camera. And snapped one picture. Then my battery died. I. am. not. kidding. I was so mad. I felt like a huge dork. There I was thinking I'm all cool and prepared, and as it turns out, I'm not cool. And I'm not prepared. I didn't charge my stupid battery. So I shoved it in my purse. And that was the end of my photo op.

They played and everybody danced around. And it was pretty neat. My husband even gave me a sort of compliment. I think. He said, "As the night goes on, my wife's Spanish gets better and better." Or was it something like, "The more wine my wife drinks, the better her Spanish gets. " Yes. I think it was the latter. But there is truth in that statement. Because I was talking to those people like we were best friends. And since I'm being truthful, 2 or 3 of them actually spoke English. And I actually did have a good time. That too, might be related to the food that they kept offering me. Food and me, we go way back. I like it. A lot. Especially good snacky type finger foods. Foods that it's OK to shove into your mouth whole. They kept coming around, offering, tray after glorious tray. And in my book, that's a win win situation.

So, though I don't have any pictures to share with you right now. I was in some pictures that were taken by other people. I left my email address with someone last night. And I pray that they send me some pictures. As the mariachis were leaving, I accosted politely stopped them. I made them take pictures with me. Er, I mean, I asked them to take pictures. I was polite. But I think the little one was afraid of me.

The whole time that the mariachis were there, I kept thinking "Swine Flu". And then, "Aren't Mariachi's a Mexican thing?" and then, "Are these Mariachis really Mexican? Or are they Chilean?" umm, "Who ever heard of Chilean Mariachi's?" I wanted my husband to ask. I felt I needed clarification. He wouldn't. Something about it not being right and all. But I still wondered.

I think I may have had a little too much red wine last night. But in keeping with the whole honesty bit, I don't go out very often (read: at all). And I don't drink. A lot. So just a few glasses, was pretty much a lot for me. But they were soo good. And I do admit, I had a nice time. Chileans are pretty cool. {I may or may not be posting pics of this in the near future.}