I was supoposed to go to Ambato today to do some shopping. I know, I know. Like I need more stuff...I just wanted to look at the clothes, really, I know, buying clothes?!? Even worse! Luckily, the plan fell through and I spent the day wandering Baños, saying goodbyes in my mind. It´s a good thing because my storage locker in NYC is 3x3x4. Can you believe that I fit all my stuff in there?
So instead I picked up a $1.50 copy of 40 Year-old Virgin to watch with friends at Margarita´s house but couldn´t get the DVD player switched to either dubbed Spanish with English subtitles or simply Spanish subtitles. The remote was broken and I couldn´t figure out how to make the change on the player itself. Now, I´ve called people with some pretty ridiculous questions before...how do I hookup a modem...how do I...no, that was the only ridiculous thing--HA! DVD players here are sound systems, stereos, with the capacity to play DVDs. So I got the Equalizer set to perfection, surround sound kickin´, but am not yet personally quick enough with my Spanish to be able to translate a joke about Michael McDonald´s music. Several of the scenes are self-explanatory (if you´ve seen the movie, you get the point, hee, hee) but I´m not sure how to translate the racial slurs, body part references, among other things, in the movie. I guess the 40 Year-old Virgin will have to wait one more day.
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