My Doorman Hates Me

February 23, 2009

You know how Saturday I had a birthday party and yesterday I was really happy about how it all went down?

Well, apparently the champagne blocked one important event out of my mind…I made a serious enemy out of my doorman! I mean, I just saw him today for the first time since then…if looks could kill, I’m telling you I would have dropped dead on the spot. The man stared me down hardcore.

See, in my building there are general rules, and one of them says you’re not allowed to have a dog down by the pool area. But, a couple other times I’ve brought Papito down and asked whoever the doorman on duty is, if it’s alright, and they’ve always said yes as long as she’s with me and not running around. And then I bring her down and she sits on my lap and all is right in the world.

For my birthday party, Emily brought over Lola and we asked if the dogs could play together outside since my friends were the only ones down by the pool. There were no other tenants to bother or anything. My doorman, Don Jose, said yes. They came out, they didn’t hurt anything, they didn’t make a single noise because neither Lola or Papito really bark. 10 minutes later Don Jose came out and said that someone had complained and we had to take the dogs back upstairs. He was so lying about someone having complained. I’m actually pretty sure of that, I think he just wanted to cover his own ass but not come across as the bad guy.

We abided. Until I had too much champagne and decided that it was my birthday and I was going to do what I wanted to do regardless.

I’m normally not a rule breaker at all. Ask anybody, I have an absurdly guilty conscious. So I’m not sure why I did what I did.

At this point Rodolfo had went home with Lola, but I went upstairs and got Papito. I came down with her in my arms and told Don Jose, “She’s all I have in Chile, she’s my best friend and it’s my birthday and I need her with me. I know you have to fine me for breaking the rules, but it’s worth it to me, I want her with me.” I was very drunk and definitely crying at this point. I’m pretty sure he didn’t say anything, just shook his head very sadly as I walked on by defiantly carrying my puppy. Oh, the drama.

So now I need to apologize. I know I was wrong and I behaved like a brat. But, I’m SO SCARED!!!!!!!! I am terrified to try and talk to him. Don Jose shot me daggers today with his eyes. I can feel the hatred radiating from the little old man and he has every right to be mad. So maybe I’ll just never leave my apartment again while Don Jose is on duty…too bad he works from 1pm to 10pm every day of the week but Sunday. Looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time in the loft from here on out, unless I get the courage to man up and say I’m sorry.

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My Birthday Party

February 22, 2009

Sometimes having a birthday party in a foreign country can be hard. I remember one year I was here and we celebrated me turning 22 at S.’s families beach house. Some of his friends came over to do a barbecue with us and drink. S.’s mean friend wouldn’t let me listen to country music and then sat everyone down to play a drinking game I didn’t know how to play…and he wouldn’t stop to explain the rules to me.

That year was just a reminder of how far away from home I was, and I went to bed crying.

This year, however, having a birthday in Chile felt like a happy thing. I spent it with girlfriends, sipping champagne by the pool in our bikinis. :)

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Caira, Katina, Z’leste, Emily and Renee (who arrived shortly after this photo was taken) all came over to celebrate with me.

In this moment I was not far away from home. I was home.

Thank you to all the people who wished me happy birthday, in person, via Twitter, via Facebook or via blog. You made my 25th so happy!

And because completed a quarter of a century of life has made me all introspective, here’s a quote from Benjamin Button that I hope I always live by.

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

This post was approved by a post-bath, very fuzzy Papito:

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All photos taken with our Canon point and shoot camera.

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Big Changes Coming

February 20, 2009

Get ready…

Big changes are in the air at Just Married Chilean Style.

I’m SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!

You’ll find out soon. :)

And just because it’s Friday night and I’m happy here’s random clip from my favorite episode of my favorite show, Scrubs (the Somewhere Over the Rainbow episode called My Way Home). If you don’t think this is funny, there must be something wrong with your brain.

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