Upon Sebastian's request, on Saturday hopped on Subte Linea B all the way to the end to the 25 de Mayo Theater where we watched a screening of Let the Right One In, A Swedish movie about adolescent vampires. One sentence summary: a macabre but surprisingly funny tale in which 12 year old boy meets vampire girl, who returns his affection by resisting the strong impulse to dine from his aorta and eventually avenges him against a group of schoolyard bullies. Use your imagination as to how... Not one I can recommend to you, Mom. Here's a visual anyhow:
After the gore, we returned to the cozy real world for a few delicious hours in which Guille treated us to a gourmet meal, painstakingly prepared and presented with flair as of yet rarely seen in this apartment.
For the Saturday night- Sunday morning showing of Antes que el diablo sepa que estas muerte (Before the Devil Knows You're Dead), we were satisfied from dinner and didn't have to smuggle in movie treats as we usually do. Though incredibly twisted and graphic at the start, so far this was my favorite movie and featured serious acting clout: of Seymour Hoffman and Ethan Hawke.
Sunday evening's showing of It Does Not Hurt, was a huge flop. Generally I would be open to living almost anywhere, but after this film I am thanking my lucky stars that I was not one of these Russian adolescents; making bad jokes while constantly drinking vodka to the tune of a very limited 4 song-4 chord soundtrack. As fate would have it, this was also the movie we invited our new friends Rudolfo and Pablo to see with us- but they kindly did not judge us for it.
All of our movie-seeing and hybernation did not ward of the imminent coughs and runny noses the cold weather brought. Today Leah and I both feel wretched; I think I will take my first sick day off of work tomorrow and go watch more cheap movies.
On the brighter side, the aforementioned new friend Pablo is a chef and is coming tonight to teach us how to properly cook some fish. Additionally, Sebastian will be here in 2 minutes. He doesn't know it yet, but Leah and I will make him read us some stories in Spanish as we drink hot tea snuggled up in our beds.
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Maybe all this coughs, runny noses and sore throats were just an excuse to make me read in spanish. I know I've blessed with a touching and seducing voice, but you could have just asked me.
Perhaps, next time i go further and delight you with a short story.
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