Sunday, January 14, 2007
Cat Fuzz
Angelina has Cambodia and Ethiopia. Madge has Namibia and I have Mexico City. Yes, I have become a mommy to a raggedy kitten of the mean streets of Mexico City (actually a crowded souvenir shoppette in the Ciudadela craft market). After one week, Desmond Jose and I have have shared good times (sleeping, playing with string for hours) and bad (flea baths, eye medication, other medication, and blood tests taken from the neck). I have learned an expansive list of veterinary terms and had to come up with sentences like "I am the owner of Desmond. Last week I left his sample of feces here. Have you analyzed it?" or "I am preoccupied that the powder anti-flea you recommended is toxic. Is it safe to put on the back of Desmond?" So, while I don't have a large crowd of Spanish speaking friends, my kitten is teaching me how to speak! que bueno!
My Fuzz
In December, I resolved that "hairless would be heaven in 2007" and promptly signed up for a nearly full body laser hair removal package for a fraction of the price as such a comprehensive shearing would be in the U.S. I went to Neoskin, feeling like a boneless chicken breast due to the muscle relaxer I had taken to assuage the pain. I donned my paper thong (a ridiculous piece of not-clothing) and was zapped from arm pit to toe, even in places where no hair grows on me(e.g. top of feet). I have figured out that they always do a little free zap with purchase. For me, it was the top of the feet, for another friend a mustache and for another an offer to remove nose hair (thankfully, this friend declined knowing that the stuff acts as a very important germ filter).
"The Fuzz"
On Friday, on the way to a belated holiday party at Mexico's equivalent of the O.G. (Olive Garden) minus the bottomless salad bowl, my coworker was stopped by the police after making a ballsy u-turn on a street with about 17 lanes of traffic. We played dumb gringas, especially the driver of the car who tried in vain to bribe the police officer with the equivalent of about $1.75 for a "Coca Cola." Just when we thought that the car would be impounded, an expensive ticket would be given, and we would never get to enjoy our chain food lasagna, one of the passangers of the car jumped out, grabbed the officer by the hand and dragged him out to the street. She kept screaming "Mira (look), Mira, he's doin' exactly the same kind of turn. Why don't you pull him over!?!?!" Because police officers aren't used to being grabbed and dragged to the street by Amazonian Americans, the whole thing caused quite a spectacle. The other attending police officer informed us that he would let us go if we would just "calm her down!" We gratefully stashed 200 pesos in the officers' book of rules and regulations (I guess it's the expected way to bribe) and wer off to enjoy Mexico's very own version of "Hospitaliano!"
Angelina has Cambodia and Ethiopia. Madge has Namibia and I have Mexico City. Yes, I have become a mommy to a raggedy kitten of the mean streets of Mexico City (actually a crowded souvenir shoppette in the Ciudadela craft market). After one week, Desmond Jose and I have have shared good times (sleeping, playing with string for hours) and bad (flea baths, eye medication, other medication, and blood tests taken from the neck). I have learned an expansive list of veterinary terms and had to come up with sentences like "I am the owner of Desmond. Last week I left his sample of feces here. Have you analyzed it?" or "I am preoccupied that the powder anti-flea you recommended is toxic. Is it safe to put on the back of Desmond?" So, while I don't have a large crowd of Spanish speaking friends, my kitten is teaching me how to speak! que bueno!
My Fuzz
In December, I resolved that "hairless would be heaven in 2007" and promptly signed up for a nearly full body laser hair removal package for a fraction of the price as such a comprehensive shearing would be in the U.S. I went to Neoskin, feeling like a boneless chicken breast due to the muscle relaxer I had taken to assuage the pain. I donned my paper thong (a ridiculous piece of not-clothing) and was zapped from arm pit to toe, even in places where no hair grows on me(e.g. top of feet). I have figured out that they always do a little free zap with purchase. For me, it was the top of the feet, for another friend a mustache and for another an offer to remove nose hair (thankfully, this friend declined knowing that the stuff acts as a very important germ filter).
"The Fuzz"
On Friday, on the way to a belated holiday party at Mexico's equivalent of the O.G. (Olive Garden) minus the bottomless salad bowl, my coworker was stopped by the police after making a ballsy u-turn on a street with about 17 lanes of traffic. We played dumb gringas, especially the driver of the car who tried in vain to bribe the police officer with the equivalent of about $1.75 for a "Coca Cola." Just when we thought that the car would be impounded, an expensive ticket would be given, and we would never get to enjoy our chain food lasagna, one of the passangers of the car jumped out, grabbed the officer by the hand and dragged him out to the street. She kept screaming "Mira (look), Mira, he's doin' exactly the same kind of turn. Why don't you pull him over!?!?!" Because police officers aren't used to being grabbed and dragged to the street by Amazonian Americans, the whole thing caused quite a spectacle. The other attending police officer informed us that he would let us go if we would just "calm her down!" We gratefully stashed 200 pesos in the officers' book of rules and regulations (I guess it's the expected way to bribe) and wer off to enjoy Mexico's very own version of "Hospitaliano!"
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