Friday Night when the mood was right

I had the hardest time understanding the Spanish concept of the indirect object (or substituting a noun with it). Out of a class of 5, 4 people understood it as I struggled with it. I felt so stupid because I'm never the last one to understand a concept. I kind of got the concept, but I need to study it more.

One argument that my brother Russell and I always got into was about the rules of English. I believed that the rules are there for a reason and must be follwed. Russell believes that language can be changed and follow the popular way to say things because some English rules don't make sense. After one week of learning Spanish, I have joined Russell's side of the argument. Spanish has some stupid rules that make no sense! It's like a person just made it up! My teachers don't have a reason other than "that's the way it is." I wish languages threw out stupid rules. I'll never be able to argue with Russell on this point again.

When school ended, a group of students and I went to learn Salsa dancing. I wasn't going to do it (because I don't usually dance with girls) but I thoguht it would be fun. It was and I had a really good time dancing with my friend Lauren. We acted crazy and made up our own moves.

Lauren and Jesse: Dance partners for Life!
After we ate and took siestas, Austin and I started getting ready to go out. We were supposed to meet some girls we met in the computer lab and then go to a party afterward. When I finished putting on white shoes, jeans, and a pink shirt, Austin looked at me and said I would look better with a black belt and black shoes. He even took out some of his black shoes from the closet and told me to wear them. I laughed and said that it was funny that a straight guy was giving fashion advice to me. He laughed too and said that he just likes to look good.

When I asked Austin if he was ready to go, he responded, "Yes sweetie." Not thinking I heard him correctly, I asked him to repeat what he said and he smiled. He repeated the phrase and said that he considers me his sweetie. I laughed and told him that that's really weird. He said he hoped that he didn't offend me and I told him that he didn't.

We walked to the girls house, then met Tómas on the street corner at 8:30pm. We walked a mile to his house and then hung out there. It really wasn't a fiesta--we just waited for some girls from the U to arrive.

When the did arrive, we needed to get a taxi to go to the club. I don't know how we did it, but we managed to get 6 people (excluding the driver) into a small 4 door car. It was crazy!

Me, Anjelita, and Beth on one side of the car!
In México, the clubs are not like Salt Lake where anyone can get into a club by just waiting in line. Everyone will eventually get in in Utah. In México, its very much like a bigger city like L.A. where only certain people can get in based on certain qualities. We stood outside Club Barbazul with about 150 Mexicans who probably had been waiting a while to get in. We only waited about 2 minutes before a bouncer saw us (white, good looking American's) and let us in. When I say us, I mean Austin, Lauren, Beth, Anjelita, Tómas, and me. In México, Americans can usually get into clubs first. When I entered, I felt badly because I felt I was given an upper hang because of my skin color and ethnicity. Hundreds of Mexicans waited outside while American students entered easily (for free I might add). It wasn't until I realized why clubs do this that my guilty feelings went away. Clubs are a business and need clientele to purchase alcohol to keep them in business. Clubs think that Americans have more income and will spend more money. Capitalism comes in many forms!

I had an absolute incredible time! It was probably in my top 3 most fun times of going out. The music was fantasic and we danced for 30 minutes. I tried to sing along to the Spanish songs that were playing. WHen my friends were tired, they walked off the dance floor and I kept on dancing for 45 more minutes. I love dancing!!

My legs couldn't dance any more, so I walked out to the tables where my friends were sitting. By this time, it was about 1:45am (normally the time that I leave a club in Utah). The six of us spent the next hour talking about everything from God to Wal*Mart. It's only been a week and we've already had 2 intellectual discussions like University students should do. During that hour, Lauren and I had our own conversation about God. She also asked me about my religious journey and also about being gay. She's really cool.

Anjelita, Austin, Me, Lauren, Tómas, and Beth
A Toast to México!
We left the club at 3am and got home soon afterward. I thought I'd go right to bed, but Austin started talking and we talked until 5am. We shared very personal information with eachother and I got to know him better because of it. I don't think I've meshed with anyone as well or as quickly as Austin. I know I keep saying how great of a guy he is, but I don't think I can say it enough. He's really cool and I feel very blessed to be rooming with him.