Well this was a weekend I am sure I will never forget. Friday was entirely uneventful. Lots of studying, which is also what I did all day Saturday. Saturday night we went out for Simran and Cathleen's birthdays. First we had dinner at an Italian Restaurant called Sofia's. The food was amazing. I had a steak risotto with a mushroom barbera sauce. It was in Old San Juan and any restaurant in the tourist parts is over-priced, but it was one of the best meals I have had on the island. There were 19 of us for dinner. It was crazy and it took forever. We thought we were going to miss our boat, but we made it. We took a boat called La Rumba into the bay by Old San Juan. It was a double decker boat with two dance floors and a DJ. It was a bit weird because some people brought their kids. And not like teenagers. There was a kid who was sucking his thumb and another in a stroller. I think it just seemed weird because we didn't get on it til nine-thirty at night and the boat had a bar on it. I think that views on drinking are different here. The drinking age is 18, but they serve people who look younger than that to me without ever checking IDs. They are also very open about drinking and driving. People will drive their cars with a Medalla in the cup holder and not worry about taking a sip in front of a cop. I guess it is more weird because the laws against drinking and driving do exist here, they just don't enforce a whole lot of their laws (especially driving laws) as far as I can tell. Anyway, we were on this boat for a good long while when all of a sudden people stopped dancing and I turned around to realize that some guy was lying on the dance floor having a seizure. I grabbed my friend Steve O and took him up to the DJ to have him shut off the strobe lights. I didn't know the word for induce or seizure. It is amazing the words that you don't think you are ever going to need. Anyway, the DJ wouldn't shut off the strobe lights or the flashing lights on the dance floor. Steve O got so mad at him and they were just screaming at each other. I heard some words that I did understand in Spanish and knew it wasn't going to be good. Simran saw Steve O yelling at the DJ and came over to help. She told the DJ that we were all doctors and that they needed to shut the lights off immediately. They actually listened to her. And to be fair she never specified what kind of doctors or whether we were in training or not, Hahaha! We all got a kick out of it. We don't know for sure, but I think the guy is going to be ok. I saw him sit up when they pulled into port. They got him down the stair and off the boat, but his seizure lasted for about a minute and a half. It is amazing how fast you can switch gears when you have to wonder if you are going to put CPR training into play. Yikes. After the boat there was a short visit to Señor Frogs. They made the girls go on stage and sang them happy birthday, but the guys who worked there pushed the cake into the face of the girls and spilled a red drink on Simran's dress so we decided to call it a night. We were actually snug in our beds by 2:00 am. Considering that most of the night life is up and going until 6am, that was pretty good.
I was up studying again at eight and hit the books hard so I could enjoy the superbowl. Steve O had us all over. Steve O is a friend of my classmate, Liz, that lives here with his family. He and his dad own 14 Domino's pizza's on the island and his dad is a gourmet chef. Steve O had us over one other time for the Pacquio fight, but not nearly this many of us. His dad went all out. He made us steak and veggie kabobs, burgers, hotdogs, corn on the grill, home made mango salsa, and flan for desert. It was absolutely amazing. We were so spoiled!! Their house is really cool too. It is in a gated community where you have to go through two manned gates to get to their house. Once you are in the gates, it is like you just stepped off the island into somewhere else that is not even close to the rest of Puerto Rico. The best part of the night for me was that all of my closest friends were rooting for the Steelers. We had a class bet that you had to pick a team, and if your team lost, you would have to wear trial frames to class all day. Most of the Canadian's don't watch American Football, and didn't know any better, but my friend Phil is from just outside Pittsburgh and he convinced them to all root for the Steelers. They decided to stick together so that if they had to wear trial frames, they wouldn't have to do it alone. Only Steve O, Mohit, Roble and I were rooting for the Packers. Roble was so funny about it. He borrowed one of my Packer shirts and was telling everyone that he was born and raised in Green Bay, Somalia where he has been a life long Packer fan. He is actually from Somalia, but he has lived in Buffalo for a lot of years and is a Bills fan (and you have to be a true fan to love the Bills). We were loving it. I couldn't sit still. I was on the edge of my seat. I'm so glad we pulled it off. Only about 10 of the 50 people in my class chose the Packers to win, so I can't wait to see the rest of them in their trial frames tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll take a picture. It was an amazing win, but a little more suspenseful than I would have liked.
Oh and to follow up from my last post, this is a link to an article about what is going on at the UPR campus. Our Spanish Prof. sent us the link.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/
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