Chileans in general seem to be all about the nightlife. Dinners happen late, pre-partying starts about 10pm, and nightlife really gets going after midnight.
We’re long past spending nights in bars, alcohol-fueled parties, and discos (which are abundant in Santiago), partying until the sun comes up. We view the nightlife out our windows, and we grumble when the partygoers cause a raucous in the streets outside our home.
In a recent episode, a man wailed inconsolably in the intersection. It seems he may have been dumped by a girlfriend, and his friends tried for an hour to comfort him. We sleep with the windows open, so his wails woke us up and kept us awake.
One of the drags of our home in Vitacura is that the house is situated directly across from the party space in an apartment building. There can’t be more than a few dozen apartments in the building, but the residents seem often to have a cause for celebration. They rotate through the space, usually from Wednesday to Saturday. There’s not a party every night, but there are more than one would think with only thirty or so residents able to use the space.
The parties provide some entertainment, like the broken-hearted boyfriend in the street. Wilson likes to watch them out his window as he falls asleep. But they’re mainly annoying. We get anxious when we see the liquor bottles stacking up on the bar before sundown because we know we may be in for a noisy night.
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