Conned

I just bought what is probably the most expensive sunblock on the planet. I am a stupid American. But why do pharmacies here have to be so chic? And why couldn't I just find some coppertone type shit in the supermarket?

I only wanted spf 15 or something too. I hope all I got was 20, at most. But I think it may be as high as 40. The ridiculous thing is that it doesn't say what spf it is on the damn bottle, and I can't remember what the pharmacist lady said it was. Anyway, this shit needs to last me all summer. And I better not still look like white bread at the end of the summer either. When and where and how much sunblock to apply this summer is going to be an arduous task.

Jesus. I miss coppertone.

In other news, I think I can get those two days in July off for the concert. I asked Miryam last night, and she said it wouldn't be a problem and that they would even drive me to and from. Although I don't know what will happen with that offer since the thing starts at 6pm and ends at 6am. But whatever, we'll see. I still have to figure out getting the tickets this weekend (Saturday, before the prices go up).

Jose came home early today (4pm for christ's sake) and took the kids to the "club." Fine with me. I was invited to come along, but I always feel so pathetic there. I just sit around with all the adults staring blankly because I can barely understand what they are talking about. Not to mention they're all like 40 and suburban. They even have big stupid SUV's here, just like in the States. There's no escaping them.

So I'm here, Cinthya's downstairs listening to the radio, and I can't get rid of these goddamn hiccups. Ipos, as they're called in Spanish.

I'm bored off my ass.