First Jeeps gig, which is the band I’m in, on Friday. We’ve been rehearsing, and having not been on stage for a few years in a music setting, I don’t really know what to expect. I’m going to have someone take video so hopefully you fine folks can see and feel the anxiety I induce in people!

Life has an interesting way of calling you on things. I was talking with a couple of guys from the US who are staying in my hostel, and, seeing as I’m from California, was asked if I knew any Spanish. I said, “yeah, of course, dudes.” 

“Do you speak it well?”

“Yeah, man. I’m pretty good. Little out of practice. But yeah, I can definitely let it rip when I need to.”

Boom. Kid walks in, and it becomes apparent in about 3 seconds that he knows no English at all. His language of preference is of COURSE Spanish, and the room immediately looks at me and goes, “GREAT! Help this guy out, Mother Theresa!”

Needless to say, I stumbled through a few things, and once I exchanged pleasantries at an acceptable level, the Spanish speaker (and Spain Spanish, so, extremely fast) decides to take it up a notch, which forces me to cower into the corner like an asshole. Over the course of the night, however, after a few spirits, I was speaking pretty acceptable Spanish to him. I think I even offered to help him translate when he goes to a Job Center tomorrow. Hey, I’m an idiot. But a NICE one. What’d you ever do for anybody?! YEAH!