So onto Saturday night, right? I was feeling ok when we were out, but relapsed once we returned. Honestly I think part of the problem is that it's 60-70\[Degree] outside and there's no heating system (don't worry, we went during the week to ask about what to do for that and the landlords - husband and wife pair - gave us a little but powerful heater).
Anyway, it was Teresa's birthday party that night. There weren't un montón de gente cuando... sorry lol. Everyone in Buenos Aires says "un montón" (a mountain) whenever there's a lot of something and I just kinda lapsed into Spanish mode from there. Anyway, the population wasn't exactly copious when we got there, but it deeeefinitely filled up as the night went on. Good music, little alcohol, lotsa people, good times. Well, good-ish. Stupid nose was acting up so I peaced out for the night later that night. Used the time to blog, which was good, but of COURSE they blast Lady Gaga when I leave lol... Little Katy Perry and some other good stuff in there too. At least it was good music blaring form the ceiling, lol. Chirag went out after that and apparently hit up a club where *everyone* was supermodel beautiful. Coupled with the Lady Gaga not blasting until I left, EPIC jealousy on my end, lol.
Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, what did we do on you? OH I know what!! Ok yeah I was still feeling crappy so I stayed in. During the day. I made plans with Evelyn to meet that night. No, no, I mean meet, meet. Evelyn is a cousin of mine, but I didn't know about her until I found out I was going to Argentina, at which point my mom was all OMG YOU SHOULD SEE COUSIN EVELYN! and I was all LOLOK BUT WHO'S THAT? Explanations ensued and yeah, I have family in Argentina, of all places lol.
So um, yeah. Funny story to that. The original plan was to take the subte till I was near enough that a taxi was an acceptably cheap alternative. Chirag had tried to go out a little before I was facebooking/calling Evelyn about seeing her that night, and had returned pretty quickly. Turned out the subte line by us is closed on Sundays. So I tell Evelyn this and we're trying to figure out the path of least resistence that ends with finally meeting. I get her address during all this, google maps it for shiggs, and wouldn't you know she's but a couple blocks down from Exactas (the campus I go to in the University of Buenos Aires). So I tell her I can just hop a bus down there and the plan becomes that + going to a public concert that happens to be that night.
(I just realized I'm mixing tenses. This affords some mild discomfiture to me, but I'm a bit too lazy to bother fixing it).
Now it gets a little crazy. The bus stops early, and this is the first time I've actually had to get to Exactas/anywhere near there on my own, so I don't even know exactly what stop it is to begin with. I'd been told it's an hour ride and I was on there for 30 or 40 minutes, so I figured I couldn't be too terribly far. The reason it stopped early was because of a roadblock. Of course instead of detouring around it the bus driver just went OK GET OFF EVERYONE K THX BAI! I saw something resembling a concert in the not-too-far-off distance and literally everyone else was walking towards it. I first thought we were all just detouring to a connecting bus stop, but soon realized they were all just going to chill out at the concert we landed it. I eventually put two and two together and realized that this was the concert Evelyn mentioned.
So I give Evelyn a call, but her son picks up instead. She was out with her husband and other son taking care of something or another (I'm at fault here, too, because I ate before I peaced over to Evelyn's but that literally took an hour longer than I predicted. BEST (really enormous) SANDWICH EVER!!!!! But that coupled with a good long shower, I'm at least as much to blame for the mis-matching scheduling, there). So mind you I'm still lost in Buenos Aires, a relative eternity from home base (even BA home base), with no idea where to go or how to get there. I tried telling him (in Spanish, of course) where I was via the intersection, but one of the streets was two words, both abbreviated. Me not knowing what in all hell that could've stood for, the intersection was made pretty useless to us. But the other street name was easy enough to recite, and I told him I was at the concert, too. He then asked exactly what I was near so I walked around and eventually found some stores that looked like good landmarks. While I rattled off their names, he stopped me at La Taquera, so we were to meet up there. The plan was for me to wait by the door.
He passed me like 10 times before we realized who each other was, lol. I called him after 45 minutes or so and he asked if I was wearing a hat (I always am these days), and that's how we eventually recognized each other, lol. His voice was mad deep on the phone so I expected him to be a lot older than he actually was. He's 16, for the record.
So he takes me to his (family's) apartment, which is literally a 5 minute walk away from the concert. Apparently the bus stopped even closer to the destination than I imagined. Evelyn was a little late coming back, so her son (Jonny's the name, by the by) and I bs'd around during the interim. My Spanish is apparently pretty up to par. I didn't have to ask what a phrase meant more than a couple of times in the hour or two we hung out, and we actually understood each other and everything. He's a pretty cool kid.
Well, Evelyn got back and in the first minute of our conversation she mentioned that everyone in her family is fluent in English. All I could do was laugh, honestly ^_^
So Evelyn made this ridiculously awesome pasta and she and I caught up on life and families and everything. She's a really cool person - apple didn't fall far from the tree, there. We continued to speak in Spanish, by the way. A couple of sentences were exchanged in English, but really not too terribly many. Ah, her husband and other son, Lucas, are also cool people, for the record. Didn't get to talk to them as much, though.
When the end of the night rolled around, Evelyn and her husband offered to drive me home (I'm a terrible person for it but I just don't remember his name right now... he may have facebook friended me, actually, but my internet is down so I can't even check that - for the record, I'm typing this up in Mathematica at the moment). I happily accepted this as an alternative to the bus, lol. And obviously because it's always good to be with family =) We had some trouble getting my street to show up on their GPS, but we eventually got it to work.
So that was my Sunday. All in all, good times!
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