Festival Iberoamericano de teatro de Bogota

This past Friday El Festival Iberoamericano de Teatro de Bogotá started. It is one of the world's largest performing arts festival. Many shows are brought to Bogota. From theater to dance showcases, all are performed through the weeks of March 19th and April 4. My parents had bought tickets to go see a Tango show. My parents had seen a show directed by the same director when we were living in Argentina. Of course my mom was utterly convinced that I had seen the show with them. For about five minutes she wouldn't stop trying to make me remember about the show and how "we" went with the parents of my best friends. When my dad found us, after parking the car, he told my mom that they didn't take me to that show. My dad was stressing about how we were going to be late on the car trip to the theater. Usually when we are late the blame is automatically on me. If we leave after twelve on a Sunday to visit my grandfather, its my fault for sleeping in. OK they really only say its my fault when we leave late on Sunday's but they say it every Sunday, its not my fault, I need sleep! Anyways on the car trip to the theater my dad said that we were going to get there late and that it was someones fault(hint) mine (hint) that we left late 'cause that someone (me) wasn't ready on time. Not only were we one of the first fifty people in the theater, but we had to wait about forty-five minutes until the show started. Also my parents proceeded in talking about who knows what for the fourty-five minutes leaving me to try and contribute to the conversation and send blackberry messages to my brother. The day before I had gotten into a fight with my brother, Gabriel. The fight was about how he had responded to my message. Then the fight turned into just insults between each other. When my mom got home she called Gabriel and he told her about our fight. When I read the conversation to her, keeping somethings I had said from her, she got mad at me. I tried to explain to her that she couldn't be mad at me for trying to defend myself. Meanwhile my friends were in the back of my car laughing their heads with my examples. I used sharks and monkey's/ apes as examples. To my defense they were very good examples, at least to me they were.Getting back to my original point I started talking to him. He had just gotten back to New York from Miami. He was in Miami for spring break. I had forgotten that his birthday was on Sunday. I forgot that the twenty-first was on Sunday. My mom told me to tell him that she would call him later that night or the next day. He was really boring to talk to though. He almost never says anything, unless we start fighting.
Then the show started. It began with a music group playing a song. After, another song began playing and the dancers came out. This is when my parents realized it was the same show they had seen years ago. The show had many dances. The dance that was created before the Tango, the Milonga, rock and roll dances from the sixties, new age Tango and Tango.
At first I didn't think I would like the show, but as the show progressed I started liking it more. In the end I really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone who is in Bogota.