"Hey, you're hot and I feel great, lets get married." "Alright, but I want lots of kids." "Me too, five hundred of them. Ffffffff." "Yeah... babies everywhere!"
I never knew what Alex Ubago looked like, but now I know. A small child with bushy eyebrows and funny facial expressions. Also I dont think he actually plays guitar, either that or they did a really bad job of putting the sound and video in sync.
In other news, I have smoked entirely too much weed in the past two days. Really though, over the top. I need a break. And Salvia in the vaporizer was interesting. I cant really describe it well. I was already stupid high when we did it, but it was a really strange feeling. Not hallucinatory, but definitely introspective.
Today is Chile's independence day. Well, sort of. Today was like the day when they declared independence and started fighting, except they fought first and independence was declared after they had already won. Anyway, last night we had a party with two complete strangers that my mother met in a safeway. I'm actually not joking about that, she actually knew next to nothing about them. The man, Tomás (a cashier at safeway), recognized the my mother was chilean from her accent. It turns out that my mother and Tomás are somewhat distant cousins. My grandfather (chilean grandfather) is Alberto Rioseco Velazques. His father is a Rioseco, his mother is a Velazques. Tomás' grandmother is also a Velazques, but the cousin of my mother's grandmother.
So Tomás and his Wife Susanna (who's grandmother is chilean) came for dinner, and we had a traditional chilean dinner of Pastel de Choclo and Pisco Sour.
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