Just as an update from last time -
* I spent the following day at home, all day, just resting my foot (icing, hot water baths, bandaging), since I couldn´t really walk on it. After much debate with both my HM and my sister (on skype), as well as my parents going a little frantic about my health over a plentitude of emails (I have never checked my emails SO many times in ONE day here, in Brazil!), we decided that I´d probably just be bandaged and iced (aka, misma coisa as in the apartment) if I went to the doctor, anyway, so.. didn´t go to the doctor.
* 2 days after it happened (aka, Friday) my HM drove me to school, and I was able to limp around school a bit, then gain confidence to not only walk home for lunch, but walk to the shopping mall, afterwards. Right now, I have a little bruise on my pinky toe, but.. other than that, not much swelling, only slight pain on my pinky toe, still...
It´s walkable, but, yes, I will see a doctor when I get back to the states.
So, even though I knew that I still shouldn´t really put too much pressure on my foot... this is my LAST weekend, so, I´m sorry to my possibly-future-crippled-self, but, I think I´d agree in the future that I´d regret NOT having fun than having some crazy night but ending up with a potentially crooked toe.
The first week that I came to Brasil, a friend of mine said that her friend from a local hostel mentioned a TIRE STORE as one of the best places to hang out...
Intriguing, right? So, this whole time, I´ve been wanting to go to this famed `Borracharia´ (`tire store´, in Portuguese), but we haven´t really had the opportunity to do so, because Borracharia is only a dance club on Friday and Saturday nights (apparently, it really is a tire store during the day?!), and we haven´t had many free Friday or Saturday nights - because of program events...
So, 3 of my friends and I met up at 11pm or so on Friday night at McDonalds (aka, Mah-kee-doh-nahl-jee, which has become a good meeting place for us, haha!), caught a cab to Rio Vermelho for 20$R (I just had to ask the cab driver if he knew about the Borracharia in Rio Vermelho. he knew. muaha!), but when we got there, the club wasn´t really open yet!! *note* - Clubs in Brazil typically start really late. This place apparently started at 12... so long for beauty sleep, haha! anyways, we sat around a bit in the accompanying bar area, sipping caipirinhas (well, not me, since I´ve had enough of those, bleh!) watching this weird Brazilian singer´s concert on the TV... his costume was very questionable, almost Cleopatra-esque, but for a guy??
Anyways. The club started at 12, but we didn´t go in until probably 12:30 or so (15$R for girls, 20$R for guys), and it was funny, because as soon as we walked in, they were playing a lot of hip-hoppy... aka non-forró, samba.. or any Brazilian music that requires a lot of hip-shaking and foot-work. So, we were like, `Thank GOD!,´ we can probably dance to this music, and one of my friends was even very confident to say that we´d be the dancing champions to this music, since apparently Brazilians can´t dance to this music (that we´re used to in the US) to save their lives.
meh. Some of the Brazilians were okay.. but, I must admit, we were at least creative with our moves and had fun. It was certainly entertaining to watch some Brazilian guys wave their hands around a lot and do other moves in order to try to look `ghetto´ with some of the songs.. buaha! It definitely was refreshing to hear some remakes of the `Strokes,´ `the other one bites the dust´(haha!) and other US music, but I think the club kind of overdid it with some of the older US hits and techno-ey modern Brazilian music. Oh well! We met and danced with some Brazilian university students, and... yeps!
Long story short. Lots of dancing, typical overly-confident/insistent Brazilian guys, people drinking and smoking, losing my voice.... the club ended at around 5AM, and we could start to see the glow of a new day.
Came home around 5:30. Took a shower to wash off all the cheiro da Borracharia. Looked out the window.
Bom dia. Uma semana mais. Amargodoce.
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