The slow process of figuring things out at school continues. The panic about it ebbs and flows. Yesterday I was freaking out about one thing -- thinking I hadn't done something I was supposed to -- but found out I was totally off the hook for it. It was a huge relief, but almost at the same moment I found out about two other things I am responsible for; I had had no idea about either of them. That back-and-forth is kind of par for the course these days. Nonetheless, there are cool moments of levity, like when the kids are allowed to blast salsa music on the outdoor speakers during Friday lunch time. It was kind of awesome to be working in my office with that playing in the background.
As far as the kids and my classes go, things are pretty good. I remembered the other day that teenagers are teenagers. It doesn't matter if they are privileged Colombian kids or special ed kids in Boston. Fortunately, for the most part, they crack me up. Unfortunately, one of my classes has figured out that that's a good way to get me off track. There's one kid in particular who gets me every time. For example, he is very insecure about his English skills, and I am forever on his case to quit speaking Spanish. But, of course, I have slipped a couple of times, and as soon as I say something en español, he is on my case. The other day I had the class do this assembly line simulation thing as we're studying the Industrial Revolution. I was the line boss, and the name has stuck. To three of the boys in that class, I am no longer Sarah; I am "boss."
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Nearby
So it turns out that one of the most picturesque and hip neighborhoods in Bogotá -- Usaquén -- is just a twenty minute walk from my apartment. What a great discovery to make yesterday with a few friends! There's an open air market on Sundays and holidays (yesterday was the Feast of the Assumption), plus a zillion cool, different restaurants and small boutiques. The sun actually shone all day yesterday (never happens), so we just walked and walked and walked. It felt so indulgent, but I had gotten up at 6:30 to work on school stuff and had already logged a few hours by lunchtime.
Now it's back to work. It's nice to have a four day week, though. Of course, inevitably thjat means cramming five days of work into four! On the bright side, one of the things I have to do this week for school is watch the movie "Fast Food Nation," which should be great!
Now it's back to work. It's nice to have a four day week, though. Of course, inevitably thjat means cramming five days of work into four! On the bright side, one of the things I have to do this week for school is watch the movie "Fast Food Nation," which should be great!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Lazy Saturday
After way too long here, I finally went on a much more thorough exploration of my hood today and made some good discoveries. I found an awesome fruit and vegetable supermarket, a gym (that ripped off the Boston Sports Club logo), a tailor, a good hardware store, an electronics store, a mediocre ceviche restaurant, and a glass cutting/framing shop. (I need that last one to replace the glass in ALL of the large frames I sent since they got broken in transit). I felt extremely productive.
I've been thinking about how time works so differently and inconsistently here. On the one hand, I dropped off three pairs of pants to be altered this a.m., and they will be ready on Tuesday (Monday is a holiday -- the Feast of the Assumption). Similarly, I called my cable company about my messed up TV, and they sent a guy out today. On the other hand, I have been trying for three weeks to get the password on my phone reset, so I can use the voicemail. Oh well, what are you going to do? This is also the place where, as I found out today when I scheduled one for a friend, walking tours of the historic center may be cancelled for heavy rain or demonstrations.
I've been thinking about how time works so differently and inconsistently here. On the one hand, I dropped off three pairs of pants to be altered this a.m., and they will be ready on Tuesday (Monday is a holiday -- the Feast of the Assumption). Similarly, I called my cable company about my messed up TV, and they sent a guy out today. On the other hand, I have been trying for three weeks to get the password on my phone reset, so I can use the voicemail. Oh well, what are you going to do? This is also the place where, as I found out today when I scheduled one for a friend, walking tours of the historic center may be cancelled for heavy rain or demonstrations.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Winding down week one
I am so tired today I can't even tell you. I have been waking up before 5:00 for the last several days and am just not sure if it is sustainable. I am going to have to figure something out.
ANYWAY, things are still going pretty well. Work is really starting to pile up as I get into my classes and into my other responsibilities as department coordinator. But my coworkers continue to be just lovely, helpful, patient people who don't seem to take offense when I ask their name for the hundredth time after they tell me for the tenth time where the teachers' room is. God, I feel like an idiot most of the time.
I am definitely liking the kids a lot. Most of them are really darling; I am lucky to have some who are really good students who clearly want to do really well. Of course, some of them are a little difficult, but it's just very garden-variety, low-level, not speaking in English (which they are supposed to do in my class at all times!) disruptiveness. I'm confident we'll work it out. Maybe I should mention that in my last job I physically restrained kids.
And I am continuing to navigate the funny things about the school, like the delicate art of getting my supplies doled out to me by Susanita, the bookstore lady whom I think I've already mentioned. Yesterday I went to officially get my stuff. (She puts together a meticulously inventoried plastic bag of things for you). I had one of those forehead-smacking moments of operating in a foreign language when I asked for some post-its. I launched into this rambling description of "the small yellow, square papers that stick to things." She said, "Oh, Post-Its?" (pronounced post-eets). Yeah, Susanita. I mean post-eets.
ANYWAY, things are still going pretty well. Work is really starting to pile up as I get into my classes and into my other responsibilities as department coordinator. But my coworkers continue to be just lovely, helpful, patient people who don't seem to take offense when I ask their name for the hundredth time after they tell me for the tenth time where the teachers' room is. God, I feel like an idiot most of the time.
I am definitely liking the kids a lot. Most of them are really darling; I am lucky to have some who are really good students who clearly want to do really well. Of course, some of them are a little difficult, but it's just very garden-variety, low-level, not speaking in English (which they are supposed to do in my class at all times!) disruptiveness. I'm confident we'll work it out. Maybe I should mention that in my last job I physically restrained kids.
And I am continuing to navigate the funny things about the school, like the delicate art of getting my supplies doled out to me by Susanita, the bookstore lady whom I think I've already mentioned. Yesterday I went to officially get my stuff. (She puts together a meticulously inventoried plastic bag of things for you). I had one of those forehead-smacking moments of operating in a foreign language when I asked for some post-its. I launched into this rambling description of "the small yellow, square papers that stick to things." She said, "Oh, Post-Its?" (pronounced post-eets). Yeah, Susanita. I mean post-eets.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Days one and two
Yesterday I was just too exhausted to write anything, and today I am even more tired but feel like I need to fill people in.
My first day went well. It started really early (bus comes at 6:20) with a lot of weaving in and out of Bogotá traffic before finally bouncing down the unpaved road to the school. Being on the bus with the kids wasn't nearly as weird as I thought it would be; teachers just sit up front, and there's a bus monitor lady to deal with any behaviors. It's actually on the bus that you first get a reminder of where we are and what the realities are here. Like my friend said the other day when we stopped at a military checkpoint, "welcome to life in a war-zone." Everyone gets their thumbprint scanned when they get on the bus. I'm not exactly sure why, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with the risk of kidnapping for these kids of the Colombian elite. And today something was up because for many block of our ride there were military police with big-ass guns every five feet. I am not trying to be alarmist with this digression, but I think it's good for me to get these reminders of what's really going on in the country I live. It's too easy to be in a bubble. Thank goodness for the forensic anthropologists I met the other night and my human rights worker friends!
ANYWAY, I actually really enjoyed my classes yesterday and today. I have a tiny class (5 kids -- I told them we're going to call it a seminar because it sounds much more collegiate) for AP Modern World History. That's my 1450 (though we're actually starting further back) to 1914 class. It's going to be tough because that's where I am weakest on content. My Pre-AP Contemporary History class has 16 kids and is a whole different ball game. It's mostly 9th graders new to the high school and just generally a chattier bunch. There are a couple of kids I already have my eye on, including one girl who turned in her homework today -- after I watched her do the whole thing in class. We're going to have a little chat tomorrow. That said, there are some really motivated kids in there who are just lovely. I cannot begin to describe how far at the other end of the spectrum these kids are compared my little bandits at Gifford (who, by the way, I really miss). Side note: for those people lucky enough to know him, I told a great Bobby P. story today.
There are lots of little things that are a trip about the school. The lunches are out of this world, and you can eat at one of the tables outside under an umbrella. Of course, when the sun goes behind a cloud, the temperature drops 800 degrees, and suddenly being outside is a lot less enjoyable. What else? In the teachers' room they have fresh herbs for you to make herbal tea (mint, lemongrass, cammomile). The supplies lady is a very crotchety woman named Susanita. You REALLY need to be on her good side. I think I may have been overly solicitous when I practically got down on one knee to thank her for my ration of paper. (That's for all my printing and photocopying, by the way). It's so strange -- or maybe not -- but the school is in some ways a real microcosm of Colombia. For example, goods are really expensive here (e.g. my $45 drying rack), whereas services are super cheap (e.g. my $11 leg waxing done in my home). So at school, there are a million people working and taking care of things. We had a meeting after school today, and Mercedes the main kitchen lady served us snacks and tea or coffee individually. Also, there's a woman (an underling of Susanita) whose job it is to collect all copy jobs from all over campus. She comes to my office everyday to see if I have anything. At the same time, with all these people practically waiting on you, they ration copy paper as if it were WWII-era sugar.
I'm sure this is all the tip of the iceberg. I know I have a LOT to learn.
My first day went well. It started really early (bus comes at 6:20) with a lot of weaving in and out of Bogotá traffic before finally bouncing down the unpaved road to the school. Being on the bus with the kids wasn't nearly as weird as I thought it would be; teachers just sit up front, and there's a bus monitor lady to deal with any behaviors. It's actually on the bus that you first get a reminder of where we are and what the realities are here. Like my friend said the other day when we stopped at a military checkpoint, "welcome to life in a war-zone." Everyone gets their thumbprint scanned when they get on the bus. I'm not exactly sure why, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with the risk of kidnapping for these kids of the Colombian elite. And today something was up because for many block of our ride there were military police with big-ass guns every five feet. I am not trying to be alarmist with this digression, but I think it's good for me to get these reminders of what's really going on in the country I live. It's too easy to be in a bubble. Thank goodness for the forensic anthropologists I met the other night and my human rights worker friends!
ANYWAY, I actually really enjoyed my classes yesterday and today. I have a tiny class (5 kids -- I told them we're going to call it a seminar because it sounds much more collegiate) for AP Modern World History. That's my 1450 (though we're actually starting further back) to 1914 class. It's going to be tough because that's where I am weakest on content. My Pre-AP Contemporary History class has 16 kids and is a whole different ball game. It's mostly 9th graders new to the high school and just generally a chattier bunch. There are a couple of kids I already have my eye on, including one girl who turned in her homework today -- after I watched her do the whole thing in class. We're going to have a little chat tomorrow. That said, there are some really motivated kids in there who are just lovely. I cannot begin to describe how far at the other end of the spectrum these kids are compared my little bandits at Gifford (who, by the way, I really miss). Side note: for those people lucky enough to know him, I told a great Bobby P. story today.
There are lots of little things that are a trip about the school. The lunches are out of this world, and you can eat at one of the tables outside under an umbrella. Of course, when the sun goes behind a cloud, the temperature drops 800 degrees, and suddenly being outside is a lot less enjoyable. What else? In the teachers' room they have fresh herbs for you to make herbal tea (mint, lemongrass, cammomile). The supplies lady is a very crotchety woman named Susanita. You REALLY need to be on her good side. I think I may have been overly solicitous when I practically got down on one knee to thank her for my ration of paper. (That's for all my printing and photocopying, by the way). It's so strange -- or maybe not -- but the school is in some ways a real microcosm of Colombia. For example, goods are really expensive here (e.g. my $45 drying rack), whereas services are super cheap (e.g. my $11 leg waxing done in my home). So at school, there are a million people working and taking care of things. We had a meeting after school today, and Mercedes the main kitchen lady served us snacks and tea or coffee individually. Also, there's a woman (an underling of Susanita) whose job it is to collect all copy jobs from all over campus. She comes to my office everyday to see if I have anything. At the same time, with all these people practically waiting on you, they ration copy paper as if it were WWII-era sugar.
I'm sure this is all the tip of the iceberg. I know I have a LOT to learn.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Big night out, big day tomorrow
Last night I went with a bunch of my co-workers to a Bogotá institution that can best be described as a steakhouse/carnival/dance club. That is to say, this place is almost impossible to describe. It is beyond packed. The wait staff wear cowboy-inspired (I think) leather aprons. Straw hats and sashes get passed around. You can get your picture taken with two guys who carry around a mannequin leg with a garter on it, and they hold it up in the air/over a guy's shoulder to make it look like it's your leg and that you are in a very compromising position. My mojito came in a hollowed out gourd. They play great Latin music and cheesy American and British 80s and 90s pop. Needless to say, it was a great time, and I promise any visitor that we will go there.
Today on the other hand has been hours of poring over the year-, semester-, and week-long lesson/ course plans of everyone in my department. Now, as I try not to go completely mental stressing about my first day at school with the kids tomorrow, I will do my homework on Indian Ocean trade routes starting circa 500 C.E. It's going to be a long afternoon and evening, and the bus comes at 6:20 tomorrow morning.
Today on the other hand has been hours of poring over the year-, semester-, and week-long lesson/ course plans of everyone in my department. Now, as I try not to go completely mental stressing about my first day at school with the kids tomorrow, I will do my homework on Indian Ocean trade routes starting circa 500 C.E. It's going to be a long afternoon and evening, and the bus comes at 6:20 tomorrow morning.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Day trip
I decided that, since it is a long weekend, I would give myself one day off from my studying up on the Tang and Song dynasties (!!!) and my reviewing of unit and lesson plans from grades 1-11. I went with some lovely new friends (introduced to me by my friend Michael, who many of you know about) to a little bitty town about an hour away via winding mountain roads called Choachí. The idea was to get out of the city and down to a lower altitude to warm up a little bit.
The day definitely got off to a very Colombian start. My friend Kelli had talked to the taxi company like three times on Thursday night and twice yesterday morning to ensure that we got a little van taxi since we were five people. At the appointed hour a hatchback showed up. Many phone calls later, Argemiro the taxi driver in a van that looked like a wind up-toy arrived. There was still only one bench of seats, but the size of the "van" permitted a stool to be placed in the back for a fifth person. Anyway, we ultimately had a really lovely, warm day, a great lunch outside, and a long walk through lovely scenery. This truly is a beautiful country. I hope you get to see it soon!
We had not gotten far outside of Bogotá, and had already driven past soldiers stationed along the road, when we pulled up behing a long line of cars at a dead stop. Not surprisingly, it was a military checkpoint. That wouldn't have been such a big deal, except that the word on the street was that the soldiers had found a package in a car that maybe was drugs. The bomb squad also showed up, so I guess that was a possibility too. When our driver looked into it, we were told the wait would be about a half hour. . . or two hours. We lucked out and got on our way pretty quickly.
The day definitely got off to a very Colombian start. My friend Kelli had talked to the taxi company like three times on Thursday night and twice yesterday morning to ensure that we got a little van taxi since we were five people. At the appointed hour a hatchback showed up. Many phone calls later, Argemiro the taxi driver in a van that looked like a wind up-toy arrived. There was still only one bench of seats, but the size of the "van" permitted a stool to be placed in the back for a fifth person. Anyway, we ultimately had a really lovely, warm day, a great lunch outside, and a long walk through lovely scenery. This truly is a beautiful country. I hope you get to see it soon!
We had not gotten far outside of Bogotá, and had already driven past soldiers stationed along the road, when we pulled up behing a long line of cars at a dead stop. Not surprisingly, it was a military checkpoint. That wouldn't have been such a big deal, except that the word on the street was that the soldiers had found a package in a car that maybe was drugs. The bomb squad also showed up, so I guess that was a possibility too. When our driver looked into it, we were told the wait would be about a half hour. . . or two hours. We lucked out and got on our way pretty quickly.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Some random things I've learned
It has to be said that a fresh piece of even very mediocre pizza can taste pretty damn good. Anyone who knows me well knows how I feel about chicken on pizza. (It has no place there!!) But I went with the chicken & mushroom (a popular combo here) because it was the only one that didn't involve pineapple or corn.
So I've learned some great tidbits from Dennis, the Irish teacher who lives in my building. First of all, I had wondered why a couple of the entrances into my neighborhood have guard houses and one of those long arm thingies that has to be raised to let cars through. Apparently, a lot of narco-traffickers and other shady but influential rich people used to live around here. I guess it's not so surprising, since at one end of my street is the Bogotá Country Club (known here just as "el Country"), where apparently President Uribe entertains foreign dignitaries. According to Dennis, when the president is there, there are soldiers all up and down our street. I promise to post a picture of that if it happens while I'm here.
The other crazy thing he told me was about how it works when we get paid at Christmastime if you want to get cash in euros or dollars. (We get a big lump-sum chunk of our salary at once for some reason). Apparently, the money exchange bureaus give better rates than the banks, so you have to take out your money from the bank in cash and then take it to the exchange place. Because of [mom & dad don't freak out] the, uh, sometimes precarious security situation here, the bank provides you with an armed police escort -- a couple of motorcycle cops with sirens and the whole bit. The cops stay with you in the money exchange place and then take you home. Maybe I can just do a wire transfer.
So I've learned some great tidbits from Dennis, the Irish teacher who lives in my building. First of all, I had wondered why a couple of the entrances into my neighborhood have guard houses and one of those long arm thingies that has to be raised to let cars through. Apparently, a lot of narco-traffickers and other shady but influential rich people used to live around here. I guess it's not so surprising, since at one end of my street is the Bogotá Country Club (known here just as "el Country"), where apparently President Uribe entertains foreign dignitaries. According to Dennis, when the president is there, there are soldiers all up and down our street. I promise to post a picture of that if it happens while I'm here.
The other crazy thing he told me was about how it works when we get paid at Christmastime if you want to get cash in euros or dollars. (We get a big lump-sum chunk of our salary at once for some reason). Apparently, the money exchange bureaus give better rates than the banks, so you have to take out your money from the bank in cash and then take it to the exchange place. Because of [mom & dad don't freak out] the, uh, sometimes precarious security situation here, the bank provides you with an armed police escort -- a couple of motorcycle cops with sirens and the whole bit. The cops stay with you in the money exchange place and then take you home. Maybe I can just do a wire transfer.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Funny how things go sometimes
I think I mentioned to a lot of people in Boston that one of the things I was really ... not worried about... but thinking about before I came was how important I thought it was for me to NOT sit with the other gringo teachers at lunch on the first day of school. I was kind of nervous about having to just jump in with the Colombian teachers and my rusty Spanish, but I felt really strongly that it was important to do in order to start off on the right foot. As it turns out, I had my nervousness completely backwards. Yesterday I happened to sit with almost all of the gringo teachers at lunch, and I was SO uncomfortable after days of easily having lunch and "onces" or "elevenses" (mid-morning coffee break that we have at 9:30?) with a slew of different Colombian teachers. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb and that I was isolating myself so conspicuously. From here on out, I plan to really avoid doing that. I can't begin to describe how wierd and lousy it felt.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Things are looking better still
The dept. meeting went well today. It was nothing earth-shattering, but I think it went well. It was really good to get to do some work with my colleagues in the department, especially the woman who is teaching the same courses as I am. We did some really good planning together, and I think it's going to go well. That said, I can see it is going to be very difficult to juggle my teaching & my chair responsibilities -- it already is! But, I am relieved to just be teaching one section of each of my two preps, and one of my classes only has five kids in it. And history classes only meet four times a week, so my teaching load could be a LOT worse. Now the next big challenge in that dept. is going to be when I run a meeting in Spanish!!! But I am not going to worry about that now.
In the continuing apartment saga, a guy came and fixed my burners today! Yippee! They actually got REALLY hot, and I am despairing a little less about the cooking situation. Now for the oven. . .
In the continuing apartment saga, a guy came and fixed my burners today! Yippee! They actually got REALLY hot, and I am despairing a little less about the cooking situation. Now for the oven. . .
Monday, August 3, 2009
Anxiety hurdle #2
I made it over today, though I was all nerves about meeting the people in my department. They seemed great, and a few of them helped me unpack and settle into my new office (which is a nice space, by the way). Tomorrow I will get to meet the woman who I will be planning with since we are teaching the same courses. Tomorrow is also anxiety hurdle #3: running my first department meeting. I really need to have one of those never-let-them-see-you-sweat moments. After that, it's just garden variety stress until next Monday when the kids come, and I actually have to start teaching.
On the bright side, my boss is on the case about figuring out how to do SOMEthing about my terrible kitchen. And on a decidedly shallow note, I got the number today for a lady who comes to your house to do manicures and waxing for next to nothing. There is definitely something to be said for the bougie expatriate life.
On the bright side, my boss is on the case about figuring out how to do SOMEthing about my terrible kitchen. And on a decidedly shallow note, I got the number today for a lady who comes to your house to do manicures and waxing for next to nothing. There is definitely something to be said for the bougie expatriate life.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Day off?
Today was the one day I had off this weekend, and I spent most of it working on stuff for school. I am reminded every five minutes of my friend Sarah B.'s reassurance when I took this job and was worried about having bitten off more than I can chew. She asked me, "Wouldn't you rather be challenged than not?" She had a point, and wow, am I being challenged. I still cannot believe that I am the chair of the social studies department. I have been working so hard with my boss Luisa to get a handle on that. I was at it all day today and am so nervous about meeting all 14 other people in the department tomorrow. Yikes! Then there's the whole teaching a course I've never taught before. . .
Besides working my butt off for school today, I tried to cook on my nightmare "stove." It was, well, a nightmare. The thing is a poorly functioning hot plate, and it took hours to make a dish that should have taken one, tops. It was actually really good, but this does not bode well.
OK, trying to get back on a school schedule is hard. The bus (!!!) comes at about 6:30 tomorrow a.m. The earplugs are definitely coming out tonight -- and soon.
Besides working my butt off for school today, I tried to cook on my nightmare "stove." It was, well, a nightmare. The thing is a poorly functioning hot plate, and it took hours to make a dish that should have taken one, tops. It was actually really good, but this does not bode well.
OK, trying to get back on a school schedule is hard. The bus (!!!) comes at about 6:30 tomorrow a.m. The earplugs are definitely coming out tonight -- and soon.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Not wasting any time
Yesterday, on very short notice, I was informed that my boss wanted to see me at school, so I unexpectedly had my first day of work a day earlier than I had expected. I met with my boss, Luisa, and then did some work on my own; we didn't leave the campus til it was dark and I was completely overwhelmed.
Now, after the new teacher orientation day, I am only slightly less overwhelmed. I was definitely shell-shocked this morning when I had to participate in the meeting of the school's Academic Council -- made up of the principals, heads of schools, and heads of department. Fortunately, somebody later said to me (the only gringa in the room) that they could tell my Spanish was good because I looked like I knew what was going on in that meeting. Although it was true that I did follow the meeting just fine, I'm not sure how "with it" I look will always be the best indicator of whether or not I actually know what's going on!
As for the rest of my VERY FIRST DAY AT WORK? My colleagues seem really lovely. The campus is beautiful. The lunch was awesome. I have fifteen thousand things to get done in the next 24 hours so I am ready to meet my whole department on Monday. I am so tired I am not sure I'm going to be able to wash my face before I go to bed.
P.S. Don't go to your local Exito supermarket on a Saturday evening because it will be a mob scene of spectacular proportions. Or, go expecting a party! Tonight there was a band, a lady demonstrating the Wii, and free shots being offered by 1. a guy dressed as a bottle of Colombian rum, 2. busty young women in really tight pants and really small tank tops (offering some other kind of rum), and 3. a lady in a different tight outfit + silver knee-high boots (offering local aguardiente).
Now, after the new teacher orientation day, I am only slightly less overwhelmed. I was definitely shell-shocked this morning when I had to participate in the meeting of the school's Academic Council -- made up of the principals, heads of schools, and heads of department. Fortunately, somebody later said to me (the only gringa in the room) that they could tell my Spanish was good because I looked like I knew what was going on in that meeting. Although it was true that I did follow the meeting just fine, I'm not sure how "with it" I look will always be the best indicator of whether or not I actually know what's going on!
As for the rest of my VERY FIRST DAY AT WORK? My colleagues seem really lovely. The campus is beautiful. The lunch was awesome. I have fifteen thousand things to get done in the next 24 hours so I am ready to meet my whole department on Monday. I am so tired I am not sure I'm going to be able to wash my face before I go to bed.
P.S. Don't go to your local Exito supermarket on a Saturday evening because it will be a mob scene of spectacular proportions. Or, go expecting a party! Tonight there was a band, a lady demonstrating the Wii, and free shots being offered by 1. a guy dressed as a bottle of Colombian rum, 2. busty young women in really tight pants and really small tank tops (offering some other kind of rum), and 3. a lady in a different tight outfit + silver knee-high boots (offering local aguardiente).
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