Once upon a time, there was a kid named Adam Miller. He was better known to many friends by the nickname “Thriller”. He attempted to blog, keeping everything in rhyme. I know what you’re thinking, “DAMN, this kid has a lot of time!” Well, you’re right! I’ve even got a glass of wine in my hand…I’ve been DRANKIN’ so I know at least Beyonce’ will understand. So, please, before you’re quick to judge me, let me tell you all about my epic recent history.
Now speaking of wine, I have a few glasses from time to time. Still, having one with a friend from home makes it even more sublime. In the month of April, I got what I desired. Randi Isham left her job (and no, she wasn’t FIRED!). Like myself, Randi has the travel bug, so when she came to town, I had to show some love! Everything started as planned, we posted up at a bar. Looking like a couple of All-American All-Stars. Not soon after, we were joined by Jax–now, you’ll never believe what happened next. We encountered two dudes, Andrew and Matt, traveling from Alaska (same as Randi, can you believe that?) That’s not the cool part folks, here’s something you’ll like: they arrived here traveling all the way on their bikes. 16,000 miles, just to be exact. Hell, I ran a 10K and thought I’d have a heart attack. We shared a couple beers, and even more laughs, before we all hugged it out and separated our paths.
It was great to see Randi. We had a grand ol’ time. Ya’ll know us Wildcats keep the party alive. Everywhere we went, we shut the spot down. It’s a shame, so quickly, she had to leave town…
***INTERLUDE: Allow me a brief time, an interlude if you will, to qualify my street cred and rapping appeal. It was half passed 1, a tad late some would say, but I hadn’t called my girl Jessica yet that day. All through the house, not a creature was stirring (not even a mouse). I gently closed the front door and did my best to not come off as a noisy house guest. In order to call, I needed an internet connection. The wireless range is incredibly bad in this lovely nation. The router is located in the family’s architecture studio, a state of the art building equipped with even more than I know. For example, how could one have guessed that opening the patio door would cause an eventual mess?
An alarm sounded, hailing through the still night. My heart too drew still, stricken with fright. Blaring lights and obnoxious sounds attracted the police who were making their rounds. Two patrol cars appeared with a flashlight piercing the night…I realized I had just a few seconds to get my story right. Like a gift from God, appeared the house dog, Malí. I knew that for my survival, he would have to take the fall for me. Suddenly, appeared my host father, Dani, he appeared far more tired than angry. He asked, “Que pasa, Adam?!” I said, “Fue Malí!
I blamed him for triggering the alarm. He’s a curious puppy, so I knew they would do him no harm. Knowing what I had done, he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. Feeling shame for what I had done, I gave him a surprise: a HUGE piece of meat, with the bone still attached. This is a perfect gift for a puppy, that will not soon be matched. He ate the bone happily and we played for an hour, before I retired for a much needed, stress-relieving shower.***
The next morning, to escape my utter humiliation, I decided to go for a jog throughout the Argentine nation. I took a lap around my ‘hood, and trotted 2 miles to the park. I was becoming tired, but suddenly I felt a spark. Just ahead, I saw a long row of palm trees and felt the long embrace of a morning Spring breeze. The destination? Cerro de la Gloria (everyone says it has a “Buena historia”!) With much difficulty, I reached the mountain’s peak. I stopped for a minute because my legs felt weak from voyage that now had me 7 miles deep.
After such a good run, I worked up an appetite and anxiously awaited a family dinner later that night. Me and the homie, Jax, threw on our Sunday’s best, but before anything could happen…we honestly needed our rest.
Once we arrived, the army was assembled. Soon there after, the flame was kindled. We feasted until we could hold no more, and then to work off the meal, we hit the dance floor. Facundo, the host, has an Xbox Kinect. He said he had a dancing game, so you knew what to expect. We finished dinner, drinks, and food at close to 5:00 a.m. I skipped my workout later that day…I pretty much already hit the gym.
Now, drinking and partying all day isn’t exactly “kosher”. So, the next day I asked my host mom to take me to church… yeah, #Hozier. I thought this would be a church service just like any other (except for the fact I KNEW I would be the only “Brother”) As anticipated, this caught the congregation’s eye, but what happened next was a total surprise. The pastor, feeling moved by the Holy Spirit, asked me to speak a few words…this was the end…I could feel it. With hesitation and my heart pounding in my chest, I said a little prayer, went up, and did my best. I read a few verses from the Book of Proverbs, before I knew it, they were hanging on all my words. Like TD Jakes, I made the earth quake. Like Creflo Dollar, I made the people holler. After a few minutes, I returned to my seat, and feeling now that my job was complete. Now, a mini sermon is something I would do pro bono, so why the pastor’s mother paid me? Heck, I’ll never know. As the saying goes, most blessings come in disguise. I guess mine has been with this family, how did I get so wise? The following Monday was “Take Your Fulbright Scholar To Work Day”. Just me and the boys, shoot, even Malí came to play. WE WERE MEN! They made me feel like I was next of kin. Forever, this is a memory I will hold within. We plotted the layout of vineyards and a $5 million dollar house. These guys are ballers, here are photos to show you what they’re about: Now I rapped a lot, and my wine is gone. I think that this should probably be the end of this song. As you can see, my life here is pretty good, but I never forget that KC is my hood.
Folks, this was a one time thing. Don’t think I’m going to be rap battling in the ring. I was just bored and had some time to spare and some funny stores of which I wanted to share. From old friends, to touring vineyards, to breaking in my own house. This is basically what Argentina life is all about. I thank God for the blessings that I have received, including the money that old lady slipped me from the inside of her sleeve.
So now I’m done. I’m steppin’ out of the game. I’m passing the mic to the homie, Lil’ Wayne.