Two nights ago I went out to La Mariscal and with Beyonce pounding through every cell of my body, drank a free Sexo en la Playa (before 10, El Bungalow only admits women, and the drinks are free) and un Pilsener (Ecuadorian beer, totally decent) and felt a little guilty for being so happy to hear shitty pop from Los Estados Unidos.
It was incredibly cathartic, though, to be with so many gringos grinding away just like in Eclectic, except with fewer skinny jeans and angsty haircuts.
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Note:
I don't really have internet in my house yet, although it will supposedly happen next week. Occasionally I get a very faint wireless signal from who-knows-where, but not most of the time. So if you wanna Skype me, hold on a few days.
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