Tough Titties

Sorry bloggy land.
I apologize for the lack of wonderment on Hangover Hair.
I have been busy studying Spanish in Mendoza and have not had much time for writing or thinking too much in English.
Also, my internet connection has been treating me like shit.
Anyways, I've got a week 1/2 left of Spanish classes, then after that 1 full week to dedicate to blogging, for your reading pleasure, then off to Chile for a couple days and finally Costa Rica.
So I will be dropping out for a bit in the beginning of March, but then up and running once I get adjusted in Costa Riqueno.
I think its for the best that I am not writing too much right now while taking my classes because I keep wanting to say stuff in Spanish.
My brain is a bit turned around right now. But maybe its a good thing because that means I'm learning Espanol and can one day possibly change the blogs name to "Pelo de Resaca".
Well, tough titties for now, you will just have to read a boring blog while I'm not writing. Or you can just read all my posts over and over and write more comments until you puke.

Peace out ghetto bitches!
Stay true to your soul!

I suppose, me blogging on vacation will look similar to this photo. Although, I'll probably ditch the tie and my hair might be longer.

Video Phone

Not really. More like my digital camera.
This is a video I put together today, comprised of mini-videos I have taken since I have been in Argentina with my fiance, Brent.
It's 5 minutes long. So I wont be offended if you cant watch the whole thing, but hopefully I'm not too boring and you can sit through it.
For those of you who know me, this pretty much sums up what I've been doing over here. And for those who don't, maybe this will give you a view of what I am all about.
Much love and happy viewing!!!

X-mas in Mendoza

I was so drunk on Christmas Eve that I think I died and threw-up my entire soul into my bathroom sink. I pretty much killed a litre of Andes (beer) and two hole bottles of Chat Noir Extra Brut champagne to myself. I was a pure debaucherous mess. Subsequently, I was forced to spend X-mas in bed, nursing a headache and a bruised body. And of course all the stores were closed on X-mas out here, so it took forever to get water to take my Motrin. I have not been that hungover in a long time. Even after the nap that I took, I hadn't recovered.
It was pretty fun before I was inebriated though. We had a beautiful dinner on a rooftop overlooking the multiple fireworks shooting off in every direction. Fireworks are popular out here, they use them for pretty much every event or holiday, and they are totally legal.
I also got to play movie charades in Espanol for the first time. It was pretty challenging and I could never guess the movie they were acting out, since I don't know them in Spanish, but I was good at shouting out some of the actions which helped the opposing team.
Well, Christmas is over and now its time to move onto the next hangover. The New Years Hangover.

I set the table. I don't know if this is the correct placement of silverware. But it looked right to me.

Mullet Land

I am currently living in Mendoza, Argentina. A small wine country bordering the Andes mountains, populated by guys with mullets, modestly dressed women, lots of wine, music, steak, napping, and children begging for money while your eating a meal. They have no problem interrupting your meal or even trying to steal your food. It is disheartening but none the less most of locals just ignore them and go about their business. Oh yeah, and people speak Spanish here, which sucks because I cant understand most of what they are saying. Oh yeah, and I forgot to say I moved here with my fiance Brent, he is pretty much the reason I am here.

Back to the mullets. They are everywhere. I think they caught onto the trend back in the 70s and just rolled with it. I don't think they are even trying to give the mullet a comeback like some LA hipster, they are just mullet people in a mullet land. And if you don't have a mullet then you have a rat tail, a snip of hair kept in the back of your head that is longer than the rest of your hair, usually in a braid, or dread locked or just straight. I saw one guy with a curly rat tail, but it reminded me more of a pig tail.

Also, there are stray dogs everywhere. They pretty much run the city and live in the gutters. They come out to look for food and somewhat like the child beggers, they also bug you while you eat. Well, they don't bug me really since I like dogs, but some people here are cruel and will just kick a dog to make it leave the outside eating area. I love the dogs here. They are so smart. They kind of remind me of "All Dogs Go To Heaven" like they have their own little community underground Mendoza, beneath the gutters where they hold poker night and kidnap little girls. They are so smart that they even know not to cross the street when a car is speeding by. Which reminds me: DRIVERS AND PEDESTRIANS BEWARE!
The Argentines drive like maniacs. I fear my life every time I get in a taxi or cross the street. There is no speed limit, no pedestrians right of way, not even divider lines between lanes because there are no lanes. They just do what they please. One time Brent and I were on our way to a club, and our taxi driver sped through every red light to get us there. That was pretty fun but we also had another taxi almost crash us into another car a few weeks after that proving fun is not always safe.

I am still trying to get used to living here. I miss my friends and family but I am sure there are exciting things to come here in Mendoza. I have already experienced some of it and cant wait for more. Since I have been here, I shaved part of my head, maybe next I will shave the whole thing, leaving only a curly rat tail and force Brent to grow a mullet.

A precious pup posing for my camera in the streets


"All Dogs Go To Heaven" based on the stray dogs and homeless
children of Mendoza