Sunday, June 28, 2009
There is a chance I may not return home, ever. But not because I was mugged in Rio, or because I was eaten by an Anaconda, or my kidneys harvested in Sao Paulo and I was left in a bathtub in some favela. But because the US is up two to zero against Brazil right now in the FIFA Confederation Championship and I cannot help my nationality. Rodrigo's dad keeps threatening not to feed Rachel and I if the US wins. I could starve to death down here.
As it is, I have a bet with Rodrigo's dad that I'll drink a shot of cachaca every time the US scores, so I'm already in trouble.
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3 comments:
Holy crap.
You could be in trouble.
:)
Man, what an incredible game that was!! I hated to see the US lose our lead, but I think the outcome was probably for the best for your sake!! Ha!!
now i'm grateful we lost. ain't no way i'm taking your classes next year.
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