This is my second post made while in Mexico.
We've stayed with my youngest aunt on this side of the family for the past few days. I generally really like coming to her apartment. She's nice and silly, I can talk to my cousins (though the middle child- the one about my age- I haven't gotten to talk to as much because he works for most of the day), we watch movies (this time we watched Red Dawn, Seventh Son, and Coraline), we dance, and... She has lots of cats!~
I'm sorry, I love Abuelita's pets, but sometimes I love my aunt's cats more.
Especially because now she has a super tiny turtleshell calico kitten that weighs almost nothing! *squee* My sis said its fur pattern makes it look like a jellybean, so that's its *English* name now. C'mere, Jellybean! *snuggles with meowing, struggling kitten*
On Friday we went to a place that's basically a bar, but they also have a dance floor. They play live music for most of the night and it's all music for dancing (like salsa). It was pretty fun even though the food wasn't (we got a thing that was just an appetizer plate, I think, but it was small and half the plate was cold!). I can't believe they get away with making food so expensive! Even the juice was expensive, though that was actually good. (We all just drank two glasses of pineapple juice- luckily, my aunt doesn't drink alcohol.)
But then there arose an issue. We were all women (or young women, in my case) and only one guy was with us, my cousin. I figured we'd all take turns with him and the rest would just dance with each other.
But then some stranger asked my aunt to dance.
We were all surprised by it, but she still said yes and danced with him for a song.
And then a little later he asked another person from the table- me.
Since my aunt had gone with him and didn't come back in pieces, I figured he really only wanted to dance, and so I said yes too.
The guy danced with basically everyone (except my guy cousin, of course) at least twice, I think, though for some reason he danced with me the most. Maybe 4 times?
But then, some other old guy, nothing to do with the first, came and asked me to dance!
I mean, we're all saying yes to be nice, and nothing happened to us (besides getting dizzy every once in a while because of all the turns), so I figured it was safe.
Yeah. I danced with him.
He's one of those guys that like to have a conversation, so I ended up telling him my mom is better at dancing than me, which ended up making her get asked by him for the next song.
Can I just say, it's surprising how well old men can still dance even when drunk? Perhaps really drunk?
I don't think I really wanna have an experience like that again, so, uh... If we go to a place like that in the future, I think we should bring more guys for dance partners so it's less likely we have to dance with drunk old guys instead.
And last night, when reading ma' scriptures, I was in the part where there's the 3 disciples that say they want to be on the Earth, ministering, until Jesus returns again. (3 Nephi Ch. 28) That's one of my favorite stories from the Book of Mormon. I mean, how cool is it to think that's there's three people in the world that have been around since Jesus's time? And they are dedicating that whole time to teaching and being good people?
But then that reminded me of Van Hohenheim. *ahahahaaaa* I know, totally ruining the spirituality.
But there's actually kinda similarities... Kinda. I mean, look- (but beware the spoilers... As if my posts aren't already littered with them.)
Both Van and the disciples are at least hundreds of years old.
Van is the Great Sage of the West, who taught the Purification Arts, a version of alchemy good for healing. Not exactly the same as teaching the gospel, but it's still a good thing for people to know.
Beards.
Yeah, that's pretty much all I can think of. But still, it's fun to think about. Fun enough it used up half this post.
Update on my fanficness: I've pretty much only added to W4AS lately. I need to add more to VH, doh! And I want to put more in Lab RatsxFMA. Maybe I can find a way to shorten that... LRFMA? LRxFMA? Yeah, I'll roll with the second. Oh, and I still haven't lost the writer's block on all the older stories. Sucks butts.
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