Chilean time right now is the same as eastern standard time, and according to this time zone I turn twenty one fucking years old in an hour and a half. What? I remember that exactly this time a year ago I was in San Francisco with Jen and Shannon seeing Ugly Casanova play and when the clock struck twelve a bunch of people in the crowd yelled out "Happy Birthday!" For a couple seconds I wondered how the fuck these people knew it was my birthday until Isaac Brock, the lead singer of Ugly Casanova and Modest Mouse and probably my favorite musician in the whole world said, "thanks, thanks, yea, it´s my birthday." Then Jen, who was right up front, said to Isaac Brock, "Say ´Happy Birthday Steve´" which he did even though he didn´t have any idea who this Steve guy was, and that was the closest I ever got to talking to my favorite musician. It was goddamn fabulous. This year I´m gonna turn 21 in Santiago de Chile, and if you´d´ve told me that when I turned 20 I´d have called you a goddamn liar because that was long before I decided to ditch that craphole Heredia and hightail it down here to Santiago.
So the plan tomorrow is pretty relaxed, lunch at the venezuelan restaurant and some walking around my favorite city in the world and I also decided a few hours ago in the movie theater lobby after seeing Finding Nemo with Caro and Jorge that I´m gonna get my nose pierced, something I´ve been thinking about ever since Costa Rica when Vince and I decided that someday he would put a hole in his ear if I put one in my nose. Which we never did. But that´s okay, because goddamn hell I´m gonna do it tomorrow.
Friday´s the big party at my house with Caro and Kat and John and Reinhardt and Jorge and everyone else and probably a few other people that I don´t even know but that´s exactly what I want. Okay, I´m being summoned, so I´ll update this piece again whenever I sober up. Just kidding, I´ll be very responsible on the big 21. I promise. hehe.