And the other weekend I had dates with girls and I went to a beer festival that is huge that is called Oktoberfest and I attended a fancy outdoor wedding with Colombian doctors in a beautiful part of Chile (I got to wear an ironed shirt (which I ironed myself (took like 45 minutes (but I wasn’t in a hurry (because my job schedule really isn’t all that taxing (i’m an ESL teacher, after all)))). I had a lovely date too, I could also point out whilst I’m shamelessly bragging, and I stayed up really late until the time my dad often wakes up the morning and I also went to a halloween party that could have been confused with a coming-of-age party out of an American teen film, if you replace the stereo-typed, hyper-stupid and debauched American teenagers with well-mannered Chilean ones. Dance it out, fire it up, but please: keep it classy.
The halloween party was indeed quite the party. It was at a house of the parents of some university friends of the younger brother of my date. So it was my date and I and two of her friends swashbuckling with a bunch of fresh-faced 18-22 year olds. It was cool though. People were impressed with my costume. One girl actual complimented me for a good 60 seconds, and luckily she eventually stopped, as the confused, I-don’t-know-what-you-are-saying-because-I’m-foreign face had been chiseled into my expression by this point. But it did make me feel pretty good. I dressed as the Chilean soccer player Humberto “Chupete” Suazo. His nickname Chupete means pacifier. I have an official Chile jersey, and I had a pacifier and soccer gear. It was fun. My date was an Amazonian.
Excuse to wear a short leopard-skin skirt? You bettabelieveit.
The party was strictly outside in the backyard of this sweet property perched on a hill overlooking the entire city. Parents most certainly were out of town, but although there were 100 or so people and plenty of adult beverage and big fire, people were respectful. There was a DJ and lots of dancing, even though it was pretty cold at 4am. Maybe 48 degrees, which really sucks when you’re dressed as a soccer player.
So, yeahh… that was cool.
Onto the beer. Some other teachers and I hopped on crappy bus for a 34 minute trip outside of Santiago to Malloco, Chile, to check out Oktoberfest 2011. It was pretty impressive. There was a fair part with rides, which we duly ignored, and dozens of beer stalls. My friend Brett is quite knowledgeable about beer and beer-making, which came in particularly handy because a lot of beers there were actually pretty terrible. My buddy Drew and I bought this coupon book that had some deals on beer mugs, so when we got there we were trying to find the booths with the cheap beer mugs. Anyway, he gave up and just bought a mug full of beer at a random stall while I patiently held out for my discount mug. Long story short, his beer was laughably bad. I called it Pool Water and got a lot of laughs at his expense, doubly so when we realized later that the logo on his mug was actually a sticker. Good choice leaving that stupid thing by the dumpster as we left Drew!
Later we felt really america-centric & elitist when we all decided that the best beer there was the only one made by an American dude, a white guy from St. Louis. Now this is tasty beer, we agreed. Although there were a few other good ones. Of course distinguishing taste and quality tends to get hazy when you’re into hour 3 or so. Gotta do your duty though.
One day I was chatting on facebook with my Australian buddy Leon, and he asks me if I want to go to a wedding with a Chilean next weekend. Sure, I say. Duh. I saw him a couple days later over a game of cards. “Where is this wedding we’re going to, mate?” I ask. “You’re going to the wedding, mate. I have to work,” says he. Hehe. SO this is going to be interesting. But the whole thing went swimmingly, as you may have surmised from the thoroughly vain theme of this post. I met the young lady for lunch a few days before the wedding in order to get to know each other. She’s 24 and about to finish her studies to be an oral doctor. The wedding took place in an area called Cajon de Maipo, and it’s very popular for its natural beauty. It was lovely. You could hear the water and it was really peaceful. And the mountains were there handy for backdrop.
That was the gang of us. A young Colombian couple, Rocio and I, and another co-worker at the hospital and her husband. They were super friendly with me, and it was a good, challenging project in the art of communication. Ship-shape, shipshape!
The bride was a school friend of Rocio’s, so that was the connection there. We didn’t know many people, which was just as well for me. The families were quite religious and had a dry wedding. We were served champagne glasses with ginger ale as well as fruit concoctions and soda. But the dinner was incredible. We were served hand and foot. Amazing steak fillets for main course, entertaining live music and dessert buffet. Snazz-y! Rocio admitted herself to have a sweet tooth, and she had a crepe, dulce de leche, cake and about 3 other types of dessert. I had a mango custard something-or-other.
Finally, how did I squeeze all this into a weekend, you might be axing yourself. Jesup isn’t Superman!(?), so how’s he done it? you probably thought to yourself.
Four-day weekend, rest assured.