Sipan!

Yesterday I skipped my first and only class ever in BA, thus deciding that I am not going to have Monday or Friday classes. I ran errands and went shopping instead. Don't worry, I went to two classes today at the Catholic university and I liked them a lot. I feel like a huge idiot and I am really nervous and lost all the time, but it was fine. I want to take this cool Latin American film class. We watched a movie today called Estación Central (Central Station) from Brasil and it was amazing. Very sad.
After my relaxing Monday of shopping and purchasing the most adorable winter coat, I came back and got ready to go out with the girls. Gretchen has a friend José who owns an amazing Peruvian/Japanese restaurant called SIPAN that was re-opening last night and therefore having a big party with free drinks and food. All night I carried around bottles of champagne (individual bottles, think Carrie Bradshaw in "The Real Me" backstage). It was great. And now that I eat sushi, I was able to enjoy that as well. We meet some creepy people and some nice people, some Americans and some Argentines and some others in-between. Some were cute, some were ugly, some were hella old, some were married, but for the most part the crowd was fun. The party really changed when all the guests left and it was just me and 4 girlfriends and all the waiters, celebrating the opening with bottles of champagne, drenching the entire place and my sleek ponytail and Becca's silk shirt (that belonged to me). Whatever. Then the music started and the waiters started to dance with us. They are SUCH amazing dancers here- not in tha creepy grinding Branson-dance kind of way, but in a wedding kind of way. I learned a really cool dance and felt really cool doing it with my waiter. We did that for a while, and then headed home. Becca came with. We played a short game of Indicios with Juan and Pedro, Pedro and Gretchen gave us a little acrobat show, and then we went to bed. I woke up at 7 30 thinking it was the middle of the night (I don't have windows in my room and the house isn't very bright). It was a huge disappointment when I realized I had to be on the bus in less than an hour for my 9 AM class. I got on the bus, scared and nervous I would end up in Chile or something, asked for help, ran to class, got lost, got lost more, went to the wrong class, found the right class, thank god it was at 9 30 and not 9, and had a fun time being the token American girl with blonde hair. My class was all girls, but they were really nice and helpful. I'm not sure if I want to stay in the class but whatever. The classes here seem SO much less formal that at Emory-- its like in 8th grade when you had a substitute teacher and would behave worse than normal, talk more, use the bathroom more frequently, etc.. that's how school is here. Girls left 45 mins early, or stepped out for 15-20 minutes at a time for a smoke and a croissant. There is also a 30 minute break, which is more like 45 minutes, in the middle of the class, and everyone is always late. Quite different! I like it.
Have class at the huge public university tomorrow- I am already nervous & excited.
I have to go organize my laundry...I came home with single socks and extra unknown socks and I need to take care of it!
Shoutout to the chiax, PMT, and Leash & Em in 'NAM!!