Oh, the Sunday Party. Brazilians always find reasons to Party!

6pm. In the car on our way to hit the club (I know 6pm haha) stop by at the gas station to buy beers.. the most famous ones here is called "Skol" hehe. We hit the highway, its a lot of traffic and next to us is a bus… behind the bus is a boy on rollerblades sliding behind it! We are on a highway ok, the bus is going at least 80km/h! When I tell Domi, she says "oj" and then she continue talking about something else.

The club is big with two floors, the first floor is a balcony so u can see downstairs. Leather couches and tables covered with Absolute Vodka, the country of Sweden… I feel proud. They have a live band playing. in the beginning its kind of slow since i don't speak portuguese (yet) and cannot follow the conversations that good (yet). Domi and I speak italian.. and most of her friends speak english, but I know… its always easier to speak your own language.

Caparinhas starts to fill the tables and the Samba is bumping louder in the club, its time to dance. The Party goes on and on… after a while the singer start shouting: LA SUECA LA SUECA!! ( the swedish girl) Domis friends start screaming and basically lifting me to put me on the stage… I feel so ashamed, I cannot describe it! anywho, there I stand.. me and the singer… Domi, her friends and the rest of the club clapping their hands and dancing, I do my best to follow the rhythms of Samba. Welcome Marti, This is Brazil.

Back down on the floor safe.. the singer comes back to talk to me.. he try to speak english but I hardly don't understand half of what he is saying, but I laugh and he seems happy. After a while he goes; u don't like me right?? I ask him whats he mean… he says; u don't like me type right…???? I can tell u don't like me type! I laugh again cause he sound almost humiliated…. he continues; I don't know how to say this… how can I say… me english not good… u like… how can I say… I can see u like… hmm…how can I say…. N I GGERS! I can see on u that u like N iggers I am too white right?? HAHAHA Marti dies!! Domi is by now in the floor! we laugh and laugh.. by the time I start breathing again.. the singer is gone.

By one o'clock its time to go home… Domi has school tomorrow and people are working. We drive by Mcdonalds for a cheeseburger. An other day in Brazil, I am happy. Time to sleep.

Boa Noite Folks, Fica com Deus!