Today is the selection for the NCAA playoffs. GO HEELS!!! (I believe we just beat State - which means we've won all three of our games in the ACC championship.
Today I went to the beach for a nice, relaxing afternoon. We ended up at a very dirty, yucky local beach, and only stayed for a couple hours. It wasnt a nice beach, but it was ok. I had a hard time relaxing because before we got on the bus to go there, we witnessed a woman getting her camera stolen. It was crazy - she was right across the street from us, and there I was, watching her take pictures, wondering what they looked like, thinking that she seemed happy standing there taking pictures of this strangely beautiful place. This young looking guy walked by, but I was still staring at her. Then all of a sudden, they were tousling, and people were yelling, and I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach- some deep anxiety and adrenaline. I had had a bad feeling about going to this place, and then watching this woman, something in me clicked and I felt so strongly for her - I felt like it could have been me. Angry and sad and flustered about feeling stupid and wrestling over my camera, then all the things I could have done running through my head. It is strange that I felt so connected to the incident when I was not at all involved and it had nothing to do with me. But I can't stop feeling like that could happen at any moment, and that its just when you let your guard down something scary like that happens. I guess it is just a good reminder not to be stupid, anywhere. And now we have a system for taking pictures in urban settings - make sure that on at least two sides of you there is a person, and that that person is watching for other sketchy people. Oh, and the common sense part - keep the damn thing attached to you some how - on your wrist, neck, whatever!
Allie and I just had a quick discussion about the time difference here - Its daylight savings over in your neck of the woods, but I dont know if they do that here. So maybe we will just be one hour difference - that is so strange and confusing. How can time just all the sudden change like that? It doesn't make sense.
This weekend has been sort of crazy - today, with the camera, and then last night and the night before! Last night was Amit's last night, and since he got here he's been talking about going to this strip club- phantasy club. So, we all decided to go. This, mind you, was my first time in a strip club. Phantasy Club is disgusting, and trashy, and has holes in the roof and walls, and was hilariously fun! I was so disgusted and intrigued - they dont have the "look but dont touch" rule here - so the lap dances are a lot more than just dances. Its an all senses kind of experince, which my dear friend Amit got some insight into. I think that some of the clientele was more intrigued by the fact that there were a bunch of gringas in there than they were with the dancers - and the gringas were all laughing at my face - I have no idea what it looked like, but I can imagine some kind of combination of terror, disgust, lack of understanding and goofiness. Lets just say that I won't be going back to Phantasy club anytime in the forseeable future.
Friday night we stayed in and had ourselves a good old house party - no pinatas this time or mexican food, but just some games and laughter, and a really good time.
I'll put up some pictures of last night - I got in trouble for taking them at the strip club, but its all good.