• by Z

El Grito

Hey I finally watched Die Hard; It had taken me a long time to actually sit through it. I mean, I had seen the first few minutes of the film, maybe two or three times, but once I got to the no cellphones, the VHS talk, and carpet in the bathroom scenes I would just sign myself off. However, after several attempts over the past two or three years, I can finally say that I recently managed to watch all of Die Hard from beginning to end.

Just fyi, the first hour was a complete waste of a lot of things, mostly time I suppose. There was too much talking about whatever (I was zoned out), and actually it’s not until the second half of the film where you really get to see some action, but it’s not even that good or interesting, at least it wasn’t for me. Anyway I don’t understand why people like this film, specially after it being recommended to me time and time again by various individuals.

In my opinion, Die Hard is just a drama disguised as an action film, and that’s just unacceptable. It completely fails to meet the requirements that make an acceptable action film (imo): little to no dialogue, gratuitous violence, loud noises, and shirtless men. THAT’S IT! Why do you have to go around putting carpet in the bathrooms and talking constantly on walky-talkies for?!? Maybe I'm just a hater ok, but this film, just, I just can't even with it. Ok, that's enough ranting about Die Hard.

Now, I actually wanted to quickly mention that, I was recently looking back at some of my pictures, and I noticed that in most of them I’m not smiling. Which is crazy because I usually have a smile on my face, for no apparent reason even, but then once there’s a camera being pointed at me I just immediately show some strong apprehension. I don’t know how to change it, but my goodness it looks terrible and I need to learn how to smile more in pictures.

Taking my picture often goes something like this -

Person with a camera: Come on Z smile, come on now let’s say cheeeeese


Hahaha I love that cat, what a hero.

By the way, I was visiting Mexico City last month. I only went for a few days to celebrate El Dia de Independencia (day of independence), also known and referred to as El Grito. It was my very first time celebrating the independence holiday in the capital of Mexico so of course I was feeling very excited. For Dia de Independencia what usually happens is that, on the evening of the 15th of September, the president gives El Grito from the balcony of the National Palace that overlooks the Plaza de El Zocalo, then he rings a bell, and then there’s fireworks, music, and everyone celebrates. Unfortunately this year, because of Covid, no one was allowed to gather in large crowds and so El Zocalo was closed off to the public. Boooooo!

It was incredibly disappointing not being allowed to enter El Zocalo, but at least I was still able to celebrate the holiday with my fellow compatriots at a dinner event on the evening of the 15th, and we all ended up watching El Grito on tv. Lame!

The day following morning, at around 11, the Dia de Independencia festivities continued with the Desfile Militar (military parade). Let me tell you, that parade was long! I mean really long, close to two hours. Are parades usually that long? I don’t know, maybe they are ‘cause this one definitely was. The first 15 to 30 minutes of the Desfile Militar were fun, everyone had a lot of energy and were enjoying themselves, but then after a while the event slowly turned from a pleasant celebration into a struggle of endurance. Now, I wasn’t going to be one of the people who left before the parade ended ok. I was committed to seeing this thing through for however long it would take. An hour, two hours, two days, a year…I was gonna remain present and standing.

I think the parade was so long because it included more than just the military. Literally everyone was in the parade, I’m not even kidding. It slowly morphed from the military divisions marching, to the police departments, to the firefighters, to the agricultural sector, to doctors and nurses, to sanitation departments, and so on. There were even people marching with real-life eagles in the parade! Overkill guys, overkill. Anyway, once the parade did end; I immediately went back to my hotel and took a nap ‘cause I was exhausted, and I also had a cold pretty much the entire time I was in Mexico City. And yes I know it was only a cold because I got tested for Covid before I traveled to Mexico AND once again upon returning to Miami. Both negative, so I knew it was just a cold, a very very annoying cold.

Sure it was unfortunate that El Zocalo was closed off during the entirety of my visit, also that I didn’t get to eat all of the food that I wanted while I was in Mexico, mostly because I had a cold and didn't feel like having anything but soup. However, I’m still very happy that I got to visit Mexico City and I definitely hope to go back soon.