Bloc...o party. On my doorstep.

So they have these things called Bloco Parties during Carnaval, which basically mean street parties that go around the block with dancers, bands and a few trucks with people shouting into microphones.

Yesterday, while I was chilling at home waiting for a phone call that never came from my new little posse of Brazilian girls (who knows what happened there), I was considering my options of getting out of the house while my host played continuous games on the computer. Then I heard an increasing amount of street noise, unusual for the street I am staying on because while it is central, it´s not the main street.

Then I heard some drums tapping at random. I looked out the window. Oh, the sweet sweet relief to learn that there was a Bloca Party starting right on my DOORSTEP. Literally, on the doorstep. So I grabbed my bag, threw on some different clothes (opting for the tiny black hot pants I would never wear anywhere but South America) and some eyeliner, and I was out the door.

The party was super fun, I chose not to drink anything but had to run back to the house for a big bottle of water because it was a ridiculously hot night and no one would allow me to buy just a bottle of water with my massive 100 Rias note. Damn you, currency exchange!!

I had a good boogie, shook what my mama gave me, yet only got 2 guys trying to kiss me. Off form. haha... I came back when I thought it was pretty much just becoming too many drunk people (and way too many guys in dresses - what was with that??), but then heard another band starting up the street again. Back out the door for one last dance and then I was finished for the night.

Gotta say, the clean-up after a Bloca Party is pretty impressive - they have guys following the trucks picking up rubbish and I think homeless people also clean up the cans of beer cos they get money for them. So, besides the whole massive homeless issue here, I guess they have something to do. And it´s better than being homeless and freezing to death in Russia.