On Saturday Philly and i attended one of his workmates birthday bbq on the Cerro.
Turning up an hour late (i am so friggin Chillean)after a 45 minute walk up the hill, i was MORE THAN ready for some Guacemole. And boy oh boy was there Guacemole!
I really have to say this was probably THE best bbq i have ever been to.
Normally im so disapointed by the 'chargrilled' (aka. burnt) food wrapped in bread buns (aka. my stomach's arch enemy) and the 'atmosphere' (aka. smelly hair and watering eyes).
BUT
The Guacemole was awesome, the sausages amazing and that was seriously the best chicken i have ever ever ever ever ever ever tasted.
After a few drinks (piscola ofcourse) and after having my bag stolen and then rescued by some of the Chillean boys who chased after the thief, Philly and i were understandably feeling a tad sleepy from the ordeal and so began the long journey home.
First a stop halfway down the hill to enjoy the view, then a stop in Patio Bellavista for a Fro-yo, the a taxi to the cinema to watch whatever film was still playing.
This happened to be 'El Rito'. The Anthony Hopkins film about exorcism which we had both previously sworn not to see.
That was probbaly initially a wise move.
Despite the 2 hour show of devil talk, pregnant girls being exorcised and killing themselves and eery music and perfectly placed gusts of wind, i somehow managed to fall asleep three times.
On our walk home we noticed the appartment oposite mine was in full swing- most likely the after party from the bbq.
Quite embrassing that we left to eat fro-yo and popcorn at the cinema.
Whatever.
Im totally cool with my life choices, OK!?
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