Last night I finally went to a real party. Well it was really just some people sitting around. But they were chileans! and they were nice. I invited them all to my party on friday, hopefully Jorge won't mind. They were not very excited that they have to dress up or that U2 is banned but I think they'll actually come. I don't know if I've explained yet how obsessed people are with U2. They're U2 maniacs and it is constantly on the radio or being talked about in conversation and the idea of a fun night could easily be sitting around and watching a U2 concert on video. Last night I even heard them referred to as "Sacred U2." So for one night we are not listening to anymore U2. And they have to listen because I'm "la Jefa." For some reason last night we were walking around to find french fries in some neighborhood I'd never been to in Ñuñoa but all of the stores were closed so I said I was sure that if we went to the left we would find something and everyone followed me saying "KellyAnne sabe, ella es la jefa." And I was right and for the rest of the night, even though they made fun of me for buying prune juice, I was La Jefa and whenever I was standing someone would come over with a chair and say "would la Jefa like a seat?" or would la Jefa like me to call her a cab. Then when I left they all saluted me goodbye with tears in their eyes.