Well, if it had been my first couchsurfing event, it'd have been my last. (Si hubiera sido mi primer evento de couch, también habría sido el último.)
There was a pizza party going on tonight (or, I guess more accurately, there "is" a pizza party going on tonight, I'm at the train station heading home, it's not a good fit for me, and I don't want to pretend it is.) Probably not worth going into the details (a shame, since I tend to be much better at clever complaining than generous gratitide), but the short story is that I didn't particularly care for most of the people there, and everybody smoked. Not everybody, in fact, none of the guys smoked, but all but two of the women did. Philip Morris should be proud. The party was outside, on a small patio, and the smoke put me in a pretty distant mood.
I had wanted to go to the theater, but I hate going alone. I don't mind paying for others when I invite them to go out, in fact, I have it budgeted to do so, but it's a bit awkward at times, a date would be easier (at least in that respect), but now's not a good time for that either. So I could go alone, maybe post a message looking for someone to join me, or take advantage of social situtions I'm invited to and go and enjoy speaking in Spanish and meeting new people. Generally, the last option is a good one for me.
But tonight it wasn't, between the kid that was proud that he had never taken a bus here even after two months (ranting deleted...) and the hour-long ride because no one had the directions and me feeling guilty for asking the driver not to smoke in the car, it really just wasn't meant to be.
One reason I went was because I do like the host, who agreed to be interviewed a few days ago. At this point, I'll close this post and shift to talking about the interviews, which have been much more positive.
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