"sorryyyy"

The last day of February is a holiday in Andalusia, Dia de Andalusia. Like any other holiday that we have in the states, you get the day off; no school. However, since we don't have Friday classes and didn't go to classes that Monday, we had to make them up that Friday. And the point of the day off was..? I only had to go to two classes which was fine and in my night class we watched a movie called "Familia". This movie was VERY strange. The people in the "family" weren't really a family and were only pretending to be a family so that this one man could rent a family. No wonder they're crazy about American movies because the movies that they produce here are just....I don't even have a word to describe them. Our professor told us that she wasn't feeling good and told us how to turn off the VCR and where the put the DVD and remote when we were done because she was going home. Is that even legal? Should we leave too since our professor is at home and this movie is making me uncomfortable? Good thing we didn't  because she came back at the last ten minutes. Sneaky woman. Within in those next ten minutes, my phone goes off, and because no one ever calls me on it I never to think to put it on silent. Woops. It was Marieta, my Spanish mom. She never calls me, so my first thought is, oh my goodness something happened. Nope. She didn't feel like cooking that night and was calling to tell us to meet her to go a bar for dinner. Well, when we finally met up with her we realized why she didn't want to cook. She couldn't...she. was. drunk. Funniest thing I've ever seen. That woman could not walk a straight line for the life of her, kept repeating herself, and had to stop at every store on the way to the bar because "her best friend worked there." (She seriously knows everyone) Also, there was a group of young boys standing outside, she noticed them looks at us and goes "chicos!". She then proceeded to model walk, with her hand out, right in the middle of all of them and in English, goes "sorrryyy". Jen and I could not contain our laughter. The tapas bar was really good and she kept telling us to get more Sangria, soooo we got more Sangria. That would have been great any other night if I wasn't waking up at the crack of dawn the next morning to go to Carnaval. She also, because she was drunk and feeling a little less timid, asked me why I'm always hungry.  hahahahahahahahahaha.When we also told her that our other roommate wasn't leaving until later the next day and would still need lunch she screamed "noooooooo". Keep in mind that our other roommate is sick and was contemplating on not going to Carnaval because of how bad she felt. Marieta, told her no, here's some medicine you have to go to Carnaval, it's a great experience! Sometimes I think she likes it a little toooo much when we're not there and she doesn't have to cook for us because she never eats in fear of getting fat. No comment. We ended up leaving fairly early. Marieta, however, well she didn't come home until after 4 and we found out that she was at a club all night. I love my Spanish family. Such an interesting day.