Friday again: this time there was a slight hesitation in me whether or not going to Pedrera this that day or stay and watch Uruguay´s famous Llamadas (a preview of the carnival). Around 20 pm, I said, my heart says go to Pedre, there will be another opportunity for the llamadas, next year or after that, no?
Anyways arrived around eleven o´clock, and we went to dinner with Orhan immediately. We had delish asados at this new place we have not tried before--called Baraka, followed by, now becoming a habit, drinks at casa antonio. That is how the weekend of impulsivity started! That night I have learned so much about the attractive owner of the restaurant--Orhan have been convincing me that the guy was definetely interested in me, so I started paying attention to him as well--that I could not react, I guess, I was too shocked to act normal let´s say--I hate that about me, I can get unnecesarily neurotic and say whatever comes to my mind! I discovered that we are a lot alike; I should say that he is a cynical version of me, someone who is a bit more introverted then I am, I guess that is what makes him so cool. (plus he gave me the nicest gift I have received in a loooong time, which is a marble morter I was dying to buy at remates for more than a year now!)
After an amazing friday night, sky full of stars, Saturday was one of the shittiest days of this summer. Not only it was cold and rainy, our plans of having an intimate dinner with only good friends has dissapeared, when some folks Orhan´s friend invaded our house, they guy brought his clan with him, and we prepared a "welcome to Pedrera" party for the jerk. I planned a classic turkish dinner for ten, I ended up cooking for 18. Thank god I had help, my --supposedly-- "cosmic twin" came and took over that tiny kitchen and helped me create a delish dinner for them.
The night did not end up at all as we planned with Orhan Abi, both of us were alone and pissed off at the end of the night, went to bed early to forget.
I woke up early on Sunday, went to the beach, suntan and walked around, waiting for Orhan Abi to wake up, then together we spend the afternoon drinking, in order not to feel (like that Bersuit song: tomo para no enamorarme, me enamoro para no tomar). I swam and swam, fought with the waves that got stronger by the minute. As Orhan Abi´s day started to brighten up, with the arrival of his lovely girlfriend, mine became darker when I did not feel like I was getting as much attention that I am used to getting--I am spoiled I know!
Later, around sunset, I could not help, my curiosity overcame my pride, and I made my move to find out what happened in the last 24 hours so that I was being ignored. It took me a good hour to decide whether or not I could maintain my cool talking to someone that I barely know about something deep involving speaking about my feelings, but the other option was escrutiating pain caused by curiousity!
When two people are a lot alike, at least one can tell whether or not the other one speaks the truth or not, so our brief conversation was fruitful in some ways, but I was further confused thinking what have I done or said so that he thinks the way he thinks about a possible "us" which as far as I am concerned seems far from a possibility under the circumstances--I am afraid I freak people out! Went home as a storm was forming in the horizon.
I started to believe what President Tabare Vazquez said in his most recent speech on paper pulp mill dilemma between Uruguay and Argentina: "this is like a famous tango song; man hits his woman, beats her up, even breaks a bone or two, in case she cheats on him in the future!" This way of thinking that I cannot understand that is probably why I cannot dance to tango. Why so negative? Why not think something can come out beautifully just because? People complicate their lives much more than they should and therefore live pathetic lives, with cheap or easy choices, they don´t pay attention in details that makes us wake up most of the time.
Anyways, we left our house around 12 after my nightly nap, to meet with Javier (a friend of ours, from Baires, he is this amazing photographer, smart, very talented and very funny, and very good looking) to have dirnks at the LPSC (La Pedrera Social Club). I need to talk about Javier in a special chapter because a paragraph does not do him justice. Briefly: he is involved in a project in Argentina that is called ART 39, and constantly creates another project, and of course with me an Orhan he has a lot of space for creativity, we love his stories. That night we had the honor to listen his latest project to save Pedrera from the nightclubs and crime (which does not exist but anyways) by creating a center, like Las Vegas, in the middle of the province, where all the "bad habits" (gambling, prostitution and clubs) will be together and the rest of the province will be free of these things. The place is going to be called
El centro de Vicios Controlados (Center of controlled bad habits). In essence it worked in Nevada but I am not so sure it will work in rocha, in uruguay, and we are not mafia guys to begin with.
Over drinks, and laughs, the time for my return to Montevideo was approaching, and we decided that we were going to throw a coin to decide whether or not I was going to take the last bus out of there. The coin said yes to my departure, but Orhan insisted, in his very subtle way, that I stay one more day. So I did. The storm was continuing and we tought, my inner emotional storm created that out of ordinary situation, maybe punishing all of us for being so jaded.
Monday was devine, though sand storm and crazy water made it impossible to hang out at the beach. We sun bathed in Mariana´s tiki bar a bit far from he shore and he sand storm with one of the cutest caracters of Pedrera, Ms. Perla. She is in her 60s i believe and her father is a turkish jew who moved to Montevideo when he was 14. she is the director of the Posada del Barco (cutest inn in Pedrera) and we love her.
That night was my first night alone in Pedrera as Orhan Abi had other plans. I read a shitty novel I bought at San Francisco Airport which made me sleep and almost puke, around midnight, I was hearing voices and was scared in the house so I left. I have no friends there, other than the attractive owner of the restaurant, so I went there, even tough I did not want to be around him all that much. I had fun though, read his short stories, eat falafels, drink wine and watch him work. I left Pedrera once again, 4 am in the morning, my eyes closed before the driver turn the engine on, I was exhausted.
It was an impulsive weekend from the beggining to the end.
PS: Javier (the photographer) beat me 5-1 in backgammon--hence my angry mona lisa smile at the picture!
