at least I don´t faint at the sight of meat...
Had a really horrible panic attack yesterday, just as Mary and I got to the postgrad history program office. Are they panic attacks? maybe anxiety attacks? I don´t know. I´ve never wanted to know, because it seems like if you lable something like that its sort of like claiming it as a nuerosis...and once you have a nuerosis its easier to just sort of accept the nuerosis....and then the nuerosis becomes an excuse. God knows I need one, but still....Anyway, I just sort of stood there blankly, feeling like a complete idiot, while Mary did the talking. All traces of Spanish seemed to have vanished from my mind...Though amusingly enough, it was probably the one time when 'Donde esta la biblioteca?´wouldn´t have been that far off the mark....Anyway, after beating a hasty retreat, I decided that the sure cure to my feeling of extreme naseau was to chug about a quart and half of something remarkably like strawberry flavored nestle quick and spend about 45 minutes on a crowded subway. Perhaps not suprisingly, this didn´t help much.
But as usual when we returned to the gracious avenues of La Condesa, greasy food and gossip had a restorative effect, and (once again with the help of Mary, who is a fucking Saint-albiet one with an appreciation of whitesnake, hot or not, and queso fundido ) I was able to formulate an intelligent list of questions I needed to ask for today´s return attack.
I would like to say that I very much enjoyed my second to the last night in Mexico because I was out at the balet folkorico or basking in the edifying glow of colonail art or something, but really I very much enjoyed it because I was sitting on a couch watching telenovelas and getting the entire backstory from Mary´s roommate Claudia. The backstory of the telenovela (soap opera) is much more interesting that the backstory of my struggle to simultaneosuly overcome a mexican academic beaurocracy and my own Tony Sopranoesque problems....See there´s this rich ranchera girl named Julia...but then her dad loses part of his hacienda to Gabriel...who falls in love with Julia...but then the dad and gabriel start fighting...but then (at the behest of a witch doctor) Gabriel cheats on Julia with this other girl...and Julia finds him lying naked in the stable with a hangover...so Julia goes...But I digress....
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