New Year
A mere day after moving into my apartment, friends from church came over to celebrate the New Year in their friend´s “luxury” apartment (meaning everything works and it has AC). They cooked up a storm for 5 hours making empanadas, chicken, salad, and a few other things.
New Year´s here is a big deal. As such, the girls all changed into formal attire and asked me what I was going to wear. Vanesa told me I didn´t have to change because the apartment was so hot from all the cooking and she was familiar with my propensity to sweat like a horse. Being the astute fellow I am, I realized this was not what she wanted. I went to my room and put on a nice pair of pants, a dress shirt, and black shoes. It was frickin’ hot, but it meant a lot to her. Vale la pena.
At midnight we all toasted and went on the balcony to watch whatever fireworks we could seen in a neighborhood of 8-10 story apartments. Eventually everyone crashed either in my bed or on the sofa bed in the living area. I was relegated to the floor and didn’t sleep much. But I didn´t mind because it was a lot fun and a special memory.
Everyone went home at about 1 and I finally slept for a whole 3 hours. That afternoon Vanesa and I went to the Provincia to visit a friend and Martin & Romina. I asked her what to wear and she told me to wear jeans. So I did and just about sweat to death on the bus. The house also had a pool, but I didn’t have trunks with me and had to watch the others. So I rolled up my jeans and put my feet in the pool. My pants ended up getting soaked anyway. The time will come when it will be easy to get angry with my girlfriend, but right now it doesn’t happen. I guess it´s what you call the honeymoon stage. I told Vanesa it was uncomfortable, but I was glad to have more time to spend with her–and I actually meant it!
