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Yesterday was Teacher's Day (and my 2 month marker, but shhh). The day part was not so much fun. As part of the cooking committee (ie being one of the 5 teachers at the school with a vagina) I had to wake up at 5am so we could kill a pig, then sit next to a fire all day watching pig, chicken and beef bits cook. I did make a Prato Americano though. Well, american via italy. I made sauce and pasta. Not a lot because anytime I cook for Mozambicans they tentaively try it, say, "oh very good teacher" then clear away. They have an aversion to things that have a taste i believe. So yes as we ladys were doing all that, the male teachers played football, basketball, volley ball and proceeded to get very drunk. Before I even had one beer.
But the night party, that was entertaining. The energy in The Hice went out at about 5pm. Which put a bit of a damper on the evening, since the physics teacher had brought all his sound equipment from home and set it up in the classroom we were gonna eat in. And all the beers and sodas and juice that we had put in a fridge in the market early in the morning were all warm by the time we drank them. And of course the speeches, serving and eating all happening by candle light was less than optimal, but it was such a quinisential symbol for our time here. And my collegues are hilarious, so it was still a good time.
Kris and I had made predictions about which of the teachers would be t-totalers, which would drink, and which would be wasted. there were some obvious previous experiance predictions that we had right, but there was some outta-left-field dark horse type wastedness going on last night. like, for example, above mentioned physics teacher. he's you're standard awkward physics nerd. horrible in social situations and all other sterotypes associated with my kind. we had him in the not drinking list. but he took wasted to a new level. he turned it up to 11. and he was HILARIOUS. seriously the funniest drunk i've probably ever seen in my life. and i've seen a lot of drunks. he was really upset about there not being music, so he would go around asking people to play and of the polyphonic ring tones they had on their phones. he kept making speeches, and one was a plee for anyone that had the same songs on their phone to play them all at the same time. and he daaaanced. he was a dancing fool. he would sing so he had something to dance to. there's a song that's popular now that has the line "take off your clothes, take 'em off" in it. one teacher started singing it to him, then we were all singing it for him. alas, his clothes stayed on his skinny skinny body. oh. one of the speeches he made, he was accussing people of hiding beers. he was very upset about it, and well all just went "yeah yeah yeah". but an hour later, fercilío found 7 beers stashed behind a desk. which we all found histerical. more or less. so yes, we were totally lucky the avelino show came to town last night.
all the food was being stored in the room that we are keeping the building material in, since it's got the bars. so during the week whenever food showed up we had to go let them in. when the beers showed up most of them were 2M, but there were 6 Manicas. i said to fercilío, the beer master, that i claimed at least one of those. well, he had my back last night. when he was bringing out the first batch of warmish beers, he pulled me aside and told me to go grab the manica he put out and put it at my seat. then throughout the night he would come by to check the status of my drink and supply me with new ones. i never had to get up to get a beer.
the energy came back at around midnight, lucky us. so the music got set up and dancing started. as soon as the lights came back on there was, of course, much screaming and rejoicing. and a few shaken beer bottles that were then let loose among the desks, chairs, floors and clothes of people in the room.
the most terrifying part of the night was when i ended up with the director's new born daughter (seriously, 6 weeks old) in my arms. gerlindo was carrying her around, introducing her to people as his wife (haha) and decided to hand her off to me. it was moving. wiggling around and such. not emotionally. and as soon as it got in my arms it started screaming. just crying and crying. which made kris laugh because i'm really good at making babies cry on chapas, too.
the music played on until, lets see. 5am when i woke up. 6am when i got water. 7am when i took a bath. yes, 8am when i left home for the city. that's a lot of continuous noise.
oh, and people actually enjoyed and ate my pasta. so all in all, a good tixa day.