I went swimming with some other guys from the floor yesterday afternoon. They had gone to the mall and bought 4 big float water toys, so they were diving in and out of them, jumping on them from out of the pool, and generally giving them a beating. I threw a lot of frisbee too, but sometimes my throws were pretty bad. Particularly every time Kyle would want to jump from the side of the pool and catch the frisbee, when I would crumble under the pressure and execute a horrible throw, maybe behind him or about twenty feet short. Or there was the one time were I motioned where I was going to throw it with my other hand (in an attempt to give myself confidence for a good throw), and then he jumped thinking I was going to throw the frisbee. I never did, because I was still motioning. After a while, I just floated around, half-asleep on one of the floaties.
Maybe an hour later, my enrollment in Conversation Club wandered through my mind. Then I realized I was supposed to meet a couple Mexicans for it that evening, and jumped out of the water to check my watch. Luckily I made it to the coffeeshop in time to meet them. They (Misamy and Pedro) were fun to talk with, probably because their English wasn't perfect like everyone else's here. In fact, they struggled a fair amount, but I'm sure that my Spanish is still far worse.
On the way back home from that, I met some guys from the floor that were going out to eat, so I tagged along. They showed me another new restaurant, and since I hadn't eaten much yet, decided I would go for the 12" pizza that I saw on the menu ($9). When I ordered it, the waiter babbled something which I couldn't understand, so one guy that was with us told me that they had two-for-one pizzas on that day. Basically, she was asking if I wanted a free pizza. But I figured that I would have enough trouble eating one pizza, so said "No thanks." Just Kidding. I actually did eat a whole pizza, and shared the other one with everyone else who was eating too.
Then we headed back to the dorm and got ready to head to a club. This one was supposed to be different because they had "reggatone" music, but I thought it was about the same type of music as the couple of other clubs that I went to (no live band, but lots of projector screens with music videos). Afterwards we went to a friend-of-my-neighbor's apartment for a couple of hours, where I spread the great American tradition of Go Fish! to some Mexicans. I finally made it to bed at 6:30am.