Viña del Mar

The next day we woke up for our trip to the coast and the city of Viña del Mar. Antonio, Jaña, his cousin, and I jumped in a car and made the hour long journey to the sea. When we got there, we found the apartment of another one of our friends where we were going to spend the night and dropped of our bags. After eating some pizza, we walked along the beach, which mind you is freezing this time of year. We checked out some sand sculptures and walked through the mall. As it started to get dark, we stopped by a supermarket and bought pisco, coke, and rum. Doing all of this involved climbing millions of stone steps up from the area near the beach. We got back to the apartment and once again began imbibing Pisco.

We drank for a while, talking about subjects of no great importance. In all honesty, I didn't really understand what we were talking about, but I was getting my slant on, so it was alright. We ordered another pizza so that we wouldn't die out there at the disco. After rapidly consuming the pizza, we headed out to the combat.

We rolled on up to The Huevo, a club that featured multiple floors and two different dance floors with two different types of music on each floor. Unfortunately for us, the earthquake caused all but two of the floors to be closed. Anyway, we paid the 8 or 9 dollars to get into the club, which left me broke. It didn't take long before we found a group of girls to dance with. Viña del Mar and Rancagua differ from Santiago in that most of the girls in those places actually want to dance with dudes.

I don't have a whole lot to say about my experiences in the disco. I spent the entirety of the night dancing with one girl, a History major who actually lives in Santiago and bears a passing resemblance to Owen Wilson, which is generally unfortunate. At one point, we went down to a level where they were playing Bohemian Rhapsody. When she tried to sing in English, it sounded like the ends of broken bones rubbing together. Other than those small details, we had fun dancing and talking. Eventually she left, and shortly thereafter, we left.

Apparently the entire population of Viña was trying to eat at McDonald's, so we had to look for one that wasn't too crowded. In a moment of hubris, Antonio suggested that we get Double Quarter-pounders, and such was our hunger that we consented. So we ate our hamburgers looking out towards the moonlit water of the Pacific Ocean, no longer drunk on account of not having enough money to buy more alcohol. We finished eating, made it back to the apartment and went to sleep.

I think it was about an hour later that I awoke with the sensation of being way too full. For about 10 minutes, I struggled between trying not to soil myself or vomit. I brought strong sack and managed to keep either thing from happening, and then went to sleep, cursing the Double Quarter-pounders the entire time.