Now THAT´S a Museum!

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Our sushi place was closed. Damn.

I hope no one is grading me on the accuracy of my blog entries • especially those of this week.  You see, Adam and I have really enjoyed this week just CHILLING in Buenos Aires.  For the last few days, we haven´t really DONE very much specifically.  We have eaten, shopped, walked, worked, drank, slept, etc.  The days kind of blend together.  But it has been really nice to be in this great city and just relax and get into the groove of the BA way of life. 

 

That said, I am doing my best to be accurate, and to document what we did, where we went, etc.  If nothing else, it is for my own benefit so when I look back two years from now and think “Gosh, did I spend 2 whole months in South America? What the hell did I do?” or “Gosh, did I spend a whole week in Buenos Aires?  What the hell did I do?” I will be able to refer to something (i.

We settled for a pizza at a hole-in-the-wall.
e., this blog) and remember.

 

Case in point, I am having a hard time right now, even just a week later, remembering exactly what we did each day.  For the first 6 weeks, I had been in the practice of writing notes in my little black book each day for reference later online.  But since Adam has arrived, I have had someone to talk to during meals, bus rides, and cocktails • previously those were my prime note taking opportunities.

 

Several of you, too, have commented on the lapse in blog entries.  I apologize for my silence this past week.  There have been several factors.  First, I have been very disappointed with the quality of internet cafes in Buenos Aires.  Outdated processors, sticky keyboards, and slow internet connections just make it too frustrating and inefficient to blog and post pictures.

Our little hole-in-the-wall pizza joint with friendly (crazy) waiter.
  Second, we have had such good weather I find it difficult to justify sitting inside for hours doing blog stuff.  Third, Adam´s magnetic personality of course has kept me entertained for meals and evenings. ;)   Seriously, it has been great to have a good friend come down and join me for part of this trip of a lifetime. 

 

Ok onward with the activities…

 

Well, whatever we did today, it was completely overshadowed by the evening activity.  I do remember we searched for a sushi restaurant only to find it was closed for the holidays.  So we opted for our dirty little pizza joint, with crazy waiter and unknown (and unthinkable health code), for dinner. 

 

Then we headed for the main event of the day • Museum.

But cold beer, even if you have to serve yourself.
  No, not A museum.  THE Museum.  Not a collection of fine art.  A collection fine women (and men).  This was a happening club that started early on Wednesdays with an after-work crowd, and went on until the wee hours of the morning.  Three levels.  Multple bars, each with specialty drinks.  Leather couch area as well as beer hall type area • both of which were cleared out by 1am to make room for a massive dance floor under a huge chandelier of disco balls.  And did I mention beautiful people?  Adam said the place was designed by the architect of the Eiffel Tower.  I will have to confirm that.

 

Unbelievable.  And unbelievably fun.

 

Well, I am getting ahead of myself.

Chandelier of disco balls. Cool.
  We got off to a slow start, feeling a bit unsure what to do.  But midway through the evening, we sat at one of the long tables and wound up talking to a group of young people across from us • Adriana, Stefani, and a few others (I will have to retrieve them on Facebook). 

 

As the night wore on, the tables and chairs were removed from beneath us, good music blared through the huge speakers, and soon enough we formed a small dance group.

 

What began as a 30x30 foot square dance area maybe, soon morphed into a huge dance floor that ran the entire length of the ground floor.  Huge.  It was crowded, sweaty, and a bit dangerous as beer bottles or glasses (not ours of course) occasionally smashed to the floor • and with no real ground crew, we were left to just kick them aside.  One of our people cut her foot.  But she survived.

Our friends Adriana and I-dont-remember.

 

By 2am, the music began to change from pop to Reggaton, and as people responded, changing their dance to more latin-style, Adam and I again began to feel out of place. (Note to self • before next big trip to South America, learn to salsa.)  We bid our farewells and caught a cab.

 

Regardless, I thought this was one of the most fun nights we have had.  My sweat-drenched shirt proves it.

 

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Our sushi place was closed.  Damn.
Our sushi place was closed. Damn.
We settled for a pizza at a hole-i…
We settled for a pizza at a hole-…
Our little hole-in-the-wall pizza …
Our little hole-in-the-wall pizza…
But cold beer, even if you have to…
But cold beer, even if you have t…
Chandelier of disco balls.  Cool.
Chandelier of disco balls. Cool.
Our friends Adriana and I-dont-rem…
Our friends Adriana and I-dont-re…
Me and Adriana
Me and Adriana
Me and Estefania
Me and Estefania
Estefania
Estefania
Tatoos are popular.
Tatoos are popular.
Definitely popular.
Definitely popular.
They are everywhere.
They are everywhere.
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I didn´t do this on purpose, but…
Same with this one.
Same with this one.