the coriolis effect

After sitting on the phone number for two months, I got in touch with the cousins of some family friends of ours (ancient soccer/tennis/ice skating carpool /elementary school friend of miine), and went out with them tonight. From the minute I got in the car, it was different, though partly it came from waves of 5th grade not-quite-nostalgia . The friends in the states are from the Kenwood-Lexus- Aspen set (or maybe Vale...I´m not up on my skiing social heirachy) which equaled Las Condes and a VW, and weird as it was to admit it, a sense of being closer to home. The cousins are my age, a girl and a boy, and we went to a birthday party in one of the fancier neighborhoods (5 cars out front neighborhoods. rented tent- complete with capel pisco sponsoring- neighborhoods). there were a lot of engineering students from catolica, and more than usual amount of good-looking guys (or at least, preppily dressed), and a less then usual amount of mullets and cigarettes, and I thought to myself, a hint of eu d´whitman wafting through the air (not that I ever actually attended a wwhs party. and this was probably less sketchy in that the alcohol was legally and sanely consumed). and I felt a little abashed that this is my norm (although things are more striated here, so its not quite the same, perhaps). and I thought, maybe I am growing, if I just let myself (and I don´t let my picky stomach get in the way). and I do like my homestay family, I do! I´m just a prematurely old dog.