"That Guy"

Today, I'm "That Guy." It's Saturday and I'm at this BS, hippy Tribes training and I'm really bitter about it. Last night, I told Jeff, "I can't go big. I need to be home early because I don't want to be hung over during training." Ha. Huge joke.

So here I am, not hung over, but rather drunk still. I walk in and it's like a spotlight is shining on me. First thing I do is grab a cup of coffee and spill it all over my pants. It reminded me of the episode of Seinfeld where Kramer sneaks a cup of coffee into the movie theater. Not only am I a total mess, but now I have giant coffee stain on my pants. To top it off, I wake up and put on the shirt that the Meis's and Hafners give me with a picture of a pinata saying, "I'd hit that." Fortunately, most people aren't intelligent enough to understand the double entendre (what was that word?)

Last night, we went out to Envigado, a part of Medellin, where we were once again novelties. These girls are giving us the total stare-down, so we sit with them and begin chatting. I swear, when drinking, I am totally fluent in Spanish. It's amazing. I talked all night with them in Spanish and don't remember having any difficulties. Then again, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. I don't really have a great story to tell, but I came home with two new numbers in my phone. Good times. I sat there all night talking to this girl and her mom, who was kick-ass. She was a lot of fun. I think her mom and I arranged my marriage with her daughter.

Today, I am paying the price. The funny thing is that at one point, Jeff said, "Let's go home", to which I replied, "You go. Don't you worry about me. I'm a big boy. I hate you." Today, the "Big Boy" is paying the price. People were telling me, "You were funny for a while, but now you're just being a jackass."

We're on lunch break which was much needed. I scarfed down my lunch in about 10 seconds and ran to the computer. I keep checking for emails from my dear friends and family, but it seems people have somehow lost my email address. Guilt trip, anyone?

Gotta run. I need to be back on time and actually participate this afternoon to save my job.

Ben