Late nights

It's 2:40AM, and I'm going to try to write a quick post before crashing -- I had wanted to write when I got home last night, or more accurately, this morning at 5:40AM, but I was too tired.

I love live theater, so I've been trying to catch a play, but with the Christmas and New Year's holidays it's been tough (it's also summer here, and anyone that can be is out of town).  I found a play and made plans with a friend to meet there.  When I arrived, I discovered that the play doesn't start until January 14, despite TWO ARTICLES AND  A PREVIOUS SIGN AT THE THEATER that said otherwise.  Argg.

The evening was not a loss, though.  Although it was too early to eat at 9:30, we walked around, had a drink, and then ordered dinner around 11.  After dinner, she knew of a party, so we went over to the apartment of a friend of hers.  At this point, I'm becoming conscious of the age and cultural differences, as it's past midnight, there's a party somewhere, so I'm thinking we should get going.  But no, there is a mountain of discussion, Instant Messaging, Text Messaging, some other people arriving and more discussion about who's coming and where they are.  More calls telling them to hurry up, etc.  

At long last, the group of 5 of us grab a cab and head to the party.  We arrive at 2:30AM.  We are the first ones there.  Seriously.  I kid you not.  For the next few hours, people keep arriving, I leave a bit after 5, with a wierd sensation that I should be drinking coffee instead of whiskey.  I am the first one to leave.  People ask why I'm leaving early.  They're not being sarcastic.

So I get home at 5:40, too tired to blog, and sleep all the way until 9.  Between the sun and light and heat and lack of A/C, I simply lack the ability to sleep.  Plus, I had got my fingers jammed in one of those very sliding door contraptions in front of old, old elevators.  It hurt.  A lot.  I had a cup of ice next to my bed where I kept my fingers until I went to sleep.

Today was great, two more interviews, which I'll blog about tomorrow.  But on my way to a picnic before an outdoor movie, I turned too quickly on a pretty mediocre bike and fell, it's not pretty, lots of bright red bruises (right elbow, right wrist, right knee, left palm.  hurt like hell, and still does).  After the movie, we head to dinner, which requires at least an hour of discussion and walking.  Fortunately, it's all in Spanish, so it "counts".  

There's another party tonight, at the house of one of the people I had dinner with.  So I guess the party is kicking into gear around now.

So it's 5 of 3, my left hand, with the smallest bruise, hurts the most.  Still, a lovely evening, nice group of folks, my Spanish is feeling strong, so all is well.