Ramblings + Movie Set Extra

Last night at the bar I found a toothbrush on the floor.
What I couldn't find was the pearl that fell out of my ring setting.
It was bound to happen. Had you heard pearls shrink after exposure to water? Seems odd to me.

I'm going to be an extra in the Francis Ford Coppola movie tomorrow morning. They told me to dress 1970s American for fall weather. Crunch time means no wardrobe. I'll be sitting in a Chinese restaurant in Belgrano. I hope they don't make me eat with chopsticks. Jenny was supposed to come too, but she panicked because she has a paper to turn in, so she called her dad long distance from across the equator to ask his advice. She's turning 22 on Juneteenth. He doesn't want to her go; doesn't want her to waste the semester she's spent here on one day. (A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!) I don't think he knows she's wasted her semester here watching Phantom of the Opera on DVD in bed. He said no, school came first. Perhaps because he never went to college. My dad always told me, "You can always retake a class but you can never retake a party." So now Jenny wants to call me after class to see if she should still come. On a hot set? I imagine not. I told her I wished she would call the extras coordinator and tell him her situation, because he knows we are roommates and I don't know what to tell him when I show up alone. She says I'm not her responsibility, which is true, but sometimes I think she is inconsiderate of others. Like the way she stands right by the subte door even when there are seats available, making it inconvenient for others to get on and off the car. It really drives me crazy that she does that. I know it's silly.

And I've decided the reason I have no interest in Ezequiel is that he smokes. Everyone smokes here, it no longer bothers me as much. But his dad died of smoking-related lung cancer, and yet he continues to smoke. I just think that's unintelligent. And a bad approach to life. It makes me wonder about his decision-making skills. I don't know, but somehow that really bothers me. There are other reasons, surely, but that one just puts a bee in my bonnet.

Getting American prescriptions filled here is surprisingly easy. The word for levothyroxine is levo tiroxina, and birth control is sold over the counter (although abortions are illegal.) They just hand you a box once you show them your receta and put it in a locked zipper bag, then you carry it over to the register and pay. No measuring out, no computers. They just asked me if generic was okay and I said yes. And lucky for me, they didn't read the English print that said my prescription was not to be refilled without a blood test. I had more trouble finding contact solution. And since I couldn't find a brand I knew, I went with a middle-of-the-range option. Between that and the Farmacity brand mascara (I figure it's only one month and it costs three times less than a name brand,) I don't know who to blame if I go blind.