I rushed to the grocery store (el Mono's. Even after the better super market opened, I kept shopping from him because he was the only place in La Pedre during the off season and had quality service) and got some peaches. It was 31st of December and I felt like noone but me had the "new year fiesta mood" but me! Orhan Abi was still feeling sick and Yasemin too, how Omer felt was not really my concern at that point, and I was feeling defeated! One should not feel defeated on the last of the year. I thought of all my achievements during 2006. Not bad, it was a good year over all, a great year. The stuff that made me sad last year were kidstuff comparing to the year before that one@! How ever, a week before closing the book, this stupid punk had to ruin it for me, a week before today! How insensitive! I was going to feel like, "I got a great career, great circle of friends, globe-trotting party life style, and a place to live. And on top of everything, I have a great boyfriend! --At least on paper! I wanted to feel what did the "happiliy ever after" mean. How much of it was true and how much of it was lies? The only way to understand it was to have it and he ruined it, by breaking up with me first on the christmas eve!
I entered the new year with my people--at Turkish time--with Orhan Abi and Yasemin, drinking frozen peach daiquiris (after 3 weeks at the beach one becomes familiar with how to make good drinks), Orhan had whisky actually, looking at the sun set and moon rise at the same time! Incredible view, and strong south american sun, even though atlantic's winds were chilling still was heating our backs--Orhan decided to take a picture and send it over there to the people! That's when the photo on top was taken.
Three more of those daiquiris, a shower and getting into my tight dress (a notch away from being a corset), putting make-up and getting gorgeous later I was ready to celebrate the new year in Uruguay--again! That is a big surprise to a lot of people who know me. They thought I would not stay there more than 6 months but I managed to almost finish my second year. I like it here, it is enigmatic yet easy. I needed being like this to get to where I think i should be going. A gut feeling, but resulted positively, even to my surprise.
We entered the restaurant with a minus one (Omer managed to get lost, noone made a big deal because by that night we all knew he was doing it to get attention or to be with at least one person. co-dependent) our host welcomed us, I had to kiss the whole wait staff and some of the sous-chefs (as I am the ex of the boss, and friend, and in friendly Uruguay, one has to do that I guess) and sat at the end of the table. My friend Mercedes and her husband Javier and Herb came all the way to spend the new year with us (what a great feeling) so we were a bunch. Our "cute" waitress Sonia (who seems like we are friends only because I smiled at her back twice!) came and explained the menu (6 courses) and then Juan came for the wine order. I wanted to drink white wine and hoped he will bring me a glass of Terrunyo, but no, even though he acted as if he knew exactly what I want (it is so arrogant for him to think he knows me well, he has absolutely no idea what I like) and brought me another wine, a whole bottle of it, and said "it's new year's you shall finish the bottle by yourself" (such a bad influence this chico). I did finish it at the end of the night, needless to say.
I entered the new Year in Uruguay, with a little bit mala onda (I tend to enter any new year with a great joy, and tons of hope, yet this time, I actually had this feeling that I was going to have a horrible night but the year is going to bring me everything I want!). By that time, I was annoyed by Omer's hypocritical attitude and Juan was ignoring me, and I did not give any of them a hug for the new year! I had tears in my eyes, I was mad, so mad that I could not finish the year the way I expected to do. Recovering from defeat is very hard. My ego feels so crushed (I am yet to understand how come I am entering the year all alone while so many imbeciles manage not to??) But realizing that this is the most infantile feeling a 29-year old woman can feel, in retrospective, I was ashamed. Tears were unstopeble for a good 15 minutes. Then they went away, Juan's brother came next to me and poor me more champagne and smiled, there was welcome in his smile, I felt that he was my friend.
After the 40 minute long fireworks (argentine upper class who resides in La Pedrera love to show off. One of them, Jorge Acevedo, the king of steel, competed with Maitena, the famous argentine caroonist/feminist, for this year's best fireworks. I calculated that at least 20 thousand dollars worth of fireworks was shot, for our pleasure to their expense) we were back at the table to finish the last course. The food was really bad this year, Alejo's absence was felt deeply. Omer, again, started to bitch about staying there and I could not stand it anymore so I stand up and said if he wanted to leave he was more than welcome! I managed to drove him nuts this time and finally we all saw the real Omer, histerical, screaming at me (Mom is right, I am definetely capable of driving people crazy, I guess). Orhan interfered and defended me and things cool down a bit. I entered the new year according to NY time by then!
Traditionally in La Pedre, the biggest New Year's party is thrown by Paz, an trust fund baby who lives ravishly with her husband Julio in this small town--at this mansion which looks like someone brought it from Fiji or something. They seem down to earth yet I have a feeling that they feel like they are more special than the rest of the world a little bit! Anyways, we were invited to the party and went there all together. The bar was open (little bottles of Argentina's own Chandon champagne and whisky was abundant) and horrible electronic music was banging all night long. Everybody looked like they were high out of their minds (another La Pedrera tradition), we must be the only ones who did not pop exctacy that night (or chrytstal meth as I heard someone was giving away!) At one point our group--an hour later Juan's team joined us too-- were dancing and drinking energy drinks to stay up. I was determined this year to stay up (last year I slept through the same party, comfortably at a sunbed next to their pool!) and lasted to celebrate the New Year in Los Angeles time as well. Around 7:30 I was so tired I left the party, walked my fabulous self to the hotel, changed and took a dip in the ocean before crashing! What a New Year!!!!
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