vamos a la playa!

yesterday, after deciding i was tired of all the cds i have in my car, i made a cd with a bunch of random (spanish-language) songs.

well, my selection of songs is not random; they're songs that remind me of some place/time (as i've said before).

so, for nostalgia's sake, i have a song on the new cd that starts with the same line i have chosen for the title of this post (ya'll know what song i'm talking about, and if you don't, you've never gone on a thanksgiving-night denny's hot chocolate run with me).

now the place this makes me think of has absolutely nothing to do with the song. i had heard this song long before i had ever heard of places like miramar and pinamar.

one thing i regret not doing during my time in the south is not renting an apartment for fifteen days to go party on one of the beaches everyone goes to in january. i did go to pinamar, but way too early so there was nobody there except for a few boogie-boarders wearing full wet suits, and a bunch of grey-breasted parakeets (remember my bird, charlie, who my mom gave to the tobacco store guy? thousands of charlies flying around and making noise, noise, noise.)

as i was driving back from my massage i was considering this. i wondered, is it too late for ME to ir a la playa, a mi me gusta bailar...

hell no!

hm last year when i was there... i didn't go to any clubs (ok, i went to one, but we ran into polistas that la francesa knew so we hung out with them at asia de cuba).

in other words, reassurance to self: you're not too old!

it's just that i feel like partying after escaping from the black hole of time that was the GRE. (i did quite well on verbal - 770 - but embarrassingly (for someone who studied physics) poorly - 560 - on quantitative. i blame that on not being mathematically active for quite some time. who knows how the written part went.)



mar del PLATA! HA! i couldn't remember the name till now - but i'm a snob, i wouldn't go there anyway.