And the Packers Win!

Sunday, February 6, 2011:

Thanks to the late night last night, I woke up relatively late this morning to catch up on sleep. I don't remember exactly what time, but it was nice. I felt like having a chill day, so I decided to get ahead on my Intro to Cine class and watch Moulon Rouge. I've never watched that movie all the way through before, so I never realized that it's really good. I guess that's why our professor assigned it... who would have guessed...

The highlight of the day though was the Superbowl party. Our sculpture professor who is one of the funniest and goofiest gringos alive invited Martin and I over to his friend's house to watch the game. His friend is named David Finnigan (obviously white too) who is married to an Ecuadorian and has an importing business down here. This guy has a "most interesting man in the world life:"

1. After college he worked as a tennis pro teaching the wealthy
2. One of his gay clients convinced him to go to NY to pursue modeling and acting
3. So he did, and was successful at that for numerous years
4. He met his Ecuadorian wife in the Hampton's
5. They discussed whether they wanted to live in the US, Europe, or Ecuador
6. They picked Ecuador and now own a million dollar company importing salmon, sushi and other goods 

So, as you can probably guess by now, his house was GORGEOUS. It looked like something out of L.A.: curved walls and windows everywhere, a putting green in the front yard, white furniture everywhere and definitely the nicest appliances and building materials I've seen in all of Ecuador. I'd say a pretty nice place to watch the Superbowl! The party consisted of light talk of all different topics (movies, politics, sports, typical other guy talk), Howard (our sculpture teacher) BBQing some wings, eating, and watching the game on his 72" high definition television. It was epic and WE ARE IN ECUADOR!

I just have to mention this before I end this post, our sculpture teacher is the funniest guy alive just because he is so goofy. I love him. His son and friend were shooting him with air soft guns, and he was just laughing. Then, he responded by pattling ping pong balls at his son and his friend's heads. In general, whenever he did something, his laugh was like whatever happened was the funniest thing in the world. Martin and I broke out into crying laughter just from his demeanor about 4-5 times that day. I'm lucky if I can get one of those laughs once a month, but I got 4-5 in one day... and don't even get me started on the way he hunches over his steering wheel in his 1990 classic Jeep. Halarious. Good day...

Ciao,

Michael