Trick or Treat… or not.

Renita & Me. And no, I am not a stamp. Let me just say, if you don't give me your money, then I will tell everyone your dirty little secret.

So, yesterday was Halloween. They don’t celebrate it here, but a bunch of the students from the program were having their own little shindigs. I slept virtually all day, mostly because I didn’t want to be lucid enough to wallow in my angst. When I woke up, Graciela had prepared various bowls of ingredients for dinner, which I found interesting. There was a bowl of tuna. a bowl of peas. a bowl of lettuce. a bowl of rice. a bowl of olives. a bowl of tomatoes. and a bunch of spoons. She wasn’t eating because she had a birthday party to get to. She gave a me a slight guilt trip for not going out, even though I go out every night during the week. But still, I did need to get out and think about other things for a bit. Jeff, a guy from the program, invited everyone to some bar, with the condition that we wear a costume. Well, I had an hour to figure something out, and I had a hammock and some black clothes. After trying every play on words I could think of with “hammock” I gave up and started going through black. Black, black dog, black friday, no, blackmail, wait, that could work…  So, I busted out the glue and scissors, and faster than a second-grader high on pop rocks during craft time, I whipped out a giant paper stamp, stuck it to my chest, and went on my way. When I first got to this bar, there appeared to be no one there, and the taxi driver didn’t want to leave me there because he said it wasn’t safe. I must say the majority of taxi drivers here are very considerate, decent gentlemen. So I met Morgan, Lacey & Wendy at Lacey’s house and we walked to the bar where we ran into other people from the group. About this time Renita texted me and invited me to Brittany’s party. I started to go into the bar with the other kids, but when I saw the strobe lights and drunkenness, I opted to turn around and try my luck at Brittany’s, after all, Brittany is usual pretty chill. I’ll skip ahead… So I’m in a taxi on my way to meet Renita at her house, where I’ve never been, but I don’t recognize the surrounding streets and it’s looking pretty desolate, and it’s been a while, so I’m starting to freak out a little bit – this particular taxi driver was a little sketch (shady). I was just waiting for him to threaten me, take my stuff, and punch me in the face. But luckily, all turned out well and I went in to Renitas and met her mom. Then Renita and I went together to Brittany’s party, which was at some friend of a friend of a friend’s house. By the time Renita and I got there, everyone was pretty trashed. It was a bunch of Rosarino boys and some American girls from the group. Cups and napkins and stuff everywhere – disgusting. I hate it. I know I hate it. But for some reason I keep being reminded. Renita and I stayed for an hour and then left. Oh, and nobody got my costume. They all thought I was a stamp. Idiots.