A story for Thomas and everyone else. But mainly for Thomas.

So the weekend was a very interesting one. More bad than good I suppose, but then again come to expect anything here.

The weekend started off great. Sebastian and I headed off with some friends to Centrosfera, a popular teen hang out place. There you can find many styles of fashion and folk. Punk rockers, emo kids, wanna be frat boys dressed in Pumas and Hollister, accompanied by models and wanna be models. Really the whole spectrum of the Camba youth culture, 90% of whom were consuming cervezas and tragos. On a side note, I met a fine lady there whom I taking out for an evening sometime this week.

Saturday is when it got bad. I went with my friend Ximmena to Centrosfera again where I sang american rock songs with people who didn´t speak any english. That was fun. It was after we left the club that things turned for the worst.

Ximmena had mentioned we were going to a club that had all kinds of people...straights, gays, all kinds of people. That is most clubs from my frame of mind. Maybe some of you can see where this is going, but please allow me to continue. So we go to this club called Frozen. We went in to this club where I saw the one thing I prayed I would never have to see in my life. Gay men dancing and thong underwear on stages all around me to techno music. And it wasn´t like it was fun gay club with disco music like in that movie American Wedding. It was just really really gay. Masculinity in hand I quickly vacated the premesis.

If only you were here Booger to share in that experience. I miss you Brother. I still can´t thank you enough for coming to pick me up that time at the airport.

The next day I got sick after eating at a new restaurant. The wrath of milanesa is a mighty one. So needless to say that the weekend was an exponential worse one.

But the weekend has been pretty good so far. Nothing to complain. But then again it is raining.