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Last night we went out for Sushi and it was an experience I don't need to relive. We ordered three plates of nine rolls to share between each of us. Nine per person. I ate one and spit out the second. Then forced Anna and Jill to eat the other 25. I'm not really sure what the types were. I'm assuming gross? One of them had fish eggs on it. I held it in my mouth for about five or six minutes contemplating what to do with it. I couldn't swallow it. I couldn't chew it. So it slowly disintegrated. Fish eggs then proceeded to get stuck in the sockets where my wisdom teeth once were. With that said, I then decided to spit it into my napkin. At this point of my life, I probably have baby fish swimming t through my body and growing in my gums.
After that awful experience, Anna and I met up with her friend Carla, and Carla's friend Nicholas, to experience Chilean nightlife. Meaning, we intended on staying out until 3 AM--which is considered early. On average, a Chilean stays out until about 5, 6, 7, or they just never stop... But because of my sushi experience, I needed to eat something before going out. We were going to meet Carla at the mall so we went there and I just got ice-cream...from McDonald's.
After the mall, at about 10:30 we walked to Café Journal for Gringo Wednesday. Carla's favorite night to go to Café Journal. We split a pitcher of beer and made friends within ten minutes with the people sitting behind us. One of the girls was from the States visiting her host family and friends (for the third time within the past three years); she said that if we wanted, she could give Anna and I a tour of the city. Gringo Wednesday should become more of a ritual with the two weeks I have left. But our adventure of Chilean night life ended when we were yawning continuously at 1 AM. I can probably conclude that I'm not cut out to be an active participant of Chile's night life.
Beside the baby fish swimming around my body, last night was fun. There's supposed to be another protest today and we hoped that classes would get cancelled. But they're not. And I'm tired. And don't really want to go to my next class. However, I probably need to. It's kind of important.
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