Apparently it’s still despedida season here in Costa Rica and I'm not exactly happy about that because it means I have to say goodbye to some of my best friends. Tear.
Last night, we headed over to La Cantina, the lobby bar of the Best Western across the street- yes, sometimes we hang out in hotel lobby bars for fun here. We were there to toast Kate who will be leaving the country after a short stint of making mango jellies on a farm in Nicaragua. It was a karaoke night at La Cantina, which gets pretty intense over in that hotel bar. Students, friends, co-workers were all present. People were rolling in and out all night and there was no shortage of good conversation. Even Kate, who normally has at least three awkward social panic attacks per night was at ease in this crowd. Around 9:30 love interest number one, “Lino,” called to report he was going to make an appearance. This was exciting news to me, although the party had a good turnout even without him. Obviously, there was no shortage of people who were ready to say good riddance to Kate. Well, by 11 Lino still hadn’t showed and it was clear he wasn’t going to.
My question is this, why even call in the first place and say you’re coming? How about just don’t come, don’t call? Apparently it’s a very Tico thing to do, but that’s a lame excuse. I had a very good old friend in Chicago who used to do this to me too. Once, she even asked me to wait outside a party for her so she could find the house because she was getting in a cab. Luckily, I told her I wouldn’t wait outside otherwise I’d still be standing on the North Avenue looking up and down for that taxi. Another time she told an entire table of us to wait to order dinner because she was en camino to the restaurant. Luckily again, we were the wiser. Here I am again, wise to this same tired game. Needless to say, Lino has now become Nada.
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