In which we party

[sabotabby]

Edited all day, and then at night, 20 of the people from the Casa headed out to see the Lucha Libre. It basically consists of muscular guys in masks beating the crap out of each other in a homoerotic spectacle, so you can imagine I was right into it. Also, there was delicious beer spiced with celery salt, chili pepper, and lime that you could get by the litre. I feel like I got two or three degrees more manly just by virtue of watching it.

They don't let you take pictures inside (which is a pity, because there was the most excellent mural of a race car and a masked wrestler holding a machine gun, all of which were in flames), but I got a picture of two of the cuter fans outside:


It's a very family-friendly event. The little kids in their masks were all kinds of adorable.

I was just about ready to pack it in for the night, but Giovanni, a long-term and very popular volunteer, is leaving this weekend, as are the interns, so it was decided that we should pack in to Jacalito, a tiny and wonderful bar.


I mean, there were 20 of us, but DEAR LORD.

We all got nicely toasted except for the two American boys. I was wearing my Marx dress, so I got into a heated but friendly debate with a Dutch economist who's staying at the Casa. Then it was time for dancing. Jacalito is popular with the Casa crowd, and perhaps for that reason attracts a certain element of the skeezy population that hangs around bars teaching clumsy white women how to dance. Oddly, the first guy I danced with wanted to talk to me about Marx and teaching. The second one was less gentlemanly. I had an excellent time.

Most people are hungover this morning and sleeping in. One of the big drawbacks of the dorm (besides that it's really hard to get in and out of the top bunk!) is that there are a few older people staying there, and the thing about old people is that they get up at 5 or 6 in the morning and believe you should be up too. The worst offender, the Chilean cockroach-slayer I mentioned earlier, had a habit of waking up at 6 and REARRANGING ALL THE THINGS, and losing her cosmetics bag and asking me to get things off the top shelves for her. She departed unceremoniously without paying up, but everyone was so relieved that she was gone that no one even minded. But there are still loud early risers, so I'm looking forward to having my own room in a few days.

ETA: Awww! The really cute Iraqi Kurdish refugee living here just brought me yogurt. I'll miss this place.

Comments

[esizzle.livejournal.com]

sounds like an awesome time!

[fluffworld.livejournal.com]

I was there too! Had an amazing time, we got seats at the front and I'm still washing the maschismo off.

When Mystico went down and lost his mask, a tiny kid and a young man with Down Syndrome went up to the guys at the ring to try and give him their Mystico masks. It was so sweet I nearly blubbed.

[pope-guilty.livejournal.com]

What's a Marx Dress?

[sabotabby]

A red dress with a screen print of Marx on it.

Here is me wearing it back when I was cuter:

[pope-guilty.livejournal.com]

I've seen recent enough pics of you to dispute your last five words. ;)

[sabotabby]

Well, I was apparently a big hit at Jacalito, so possibly people agree.

[snarkitysnarks.livejournal.com]

It is terrible how much I want to draw the adorafamily in that picture.

I am massively jealous of your beer and luchaventure.

[dobrovolets.livejournal.com]

I am now an old person who gets up at 5 or 6 in the morning and thinks everyone else should be. I think it comes down to whether or not one has ever had kids. [daughter] doesn't wake up that early any more, but I'm now thoroughly trained.

[ironed_orchid]

Sounds like a great time.