Weekend!!

Graaaaaaaawr freakin' power outage last night. Meh, worse things could've happened. More on that later, for now here's some delicious copypasta out of what I typed up while the internet/power was down!

Ahhhhh, sweet, delicious weekend!

So Friday night I chilled at home and caught up with the northern hemisphere via facebook lol. It was good to relax and bs with home-people ^_^ But yeah, not much else to say there, lol.

Saturday, we got up around 2pm. Gotta love sleeping in lol. Unfortunately, I didn't think to bring my camera then or today, so I've got no photos for ya =/ Sincerest apologies, but I'll definitely me more camera-conscious from now on.

Anyway, we went to 9 de Julio, where there was epically epic celebration of the bicentennial anniversary of the Argentine revolution that led to its independence, 6 years later. Now what you have to understand is that 9 de Julio is a maaaasssive highway in the city, and it was closed down. Haaardcore jubilations, man... parades and concerts (EPICALLY AWESOME CONCERTS) and

Oh!!! Chirag had his camera and let me copy over the pictures, so I have photos after all!!!! Here they are!!!

Seriously, do you SEE the size of the screens? DO YOU SEE IT?!?! There were some crazy psychadelic, windows-media-player-esque backgrounds going on, and the band (Gaunchos?) was insanely awesome.

We met up with Olivia and Lenea (I have *no* idea how to spell her name, so we're going with that for now) when we got there, but Lenea had to peace out pretty soon. Anyway they're obviously the two girls in the picture with Chirag and I. Cool people, indeed (before you ask, they're both taken). The three of us (well mostly Chirag and I, lol) picked up a few souveneirs, and I got a giant Argentine flag =D Fun times, waving that around! At one point we were in this huge croud that a camera was panning over a lot, so we were waving said flag around hoping to catch ourselves on the enormous screen on stage. I think we did see ourselves at one point =D Awesome times, indeed!

We also grabbed soooooome what was it called... pallito? There were international food thingies going on ("celebrating our diversity" was a theme they were driving at), and we hit up the Greek desk/station. It was kinda funny 'cause while I was waiting in line (tangent: "line" = crowd of hungry people and getting to the front was really an upstream fight), some guy was asking for food. It looked like he was trying to use a coupon or something but it was a weird lookin' coupon. Eventually it dawned on me that he was begging for food. One of the people serving finally gave up and gave him something, and then he legit stole two meatballs right in front of her after he was handed food. Couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it, lol.

We wrapped up there around 8:30 or so, but clearly the night hadn't even begun at that stage. Olivia wasn't feeling too great so she pretty much went to bed, but Chirag and I went out for the night. Hit up some awesome pubs in Palermo. To start with, we went to Congo. When we got there, a couple of people next to us in line were like OMG HI YOU SPEAK ENGLISH TOO AWESOME YEAH! No, really, with that much (drunken) excitement. It's always a little hilarious being on the sober side of that sort of conversation, lol. The one girl was definitely hitting on me, but was.... "old" definitely is not the word, but "older" is. The real problem was that she was a mom and the combination of older woman and mother is just, well, blegh. I lack the Freudian complex necessary to go for that lol. Anyway they left pretty early 'cause her friend was peacing out of the country tomorrow (here on vacation).

So we got in for free, lol. That woman rushed us into the bar to show us this apparently hot waiter who definitely resembled the guy who plays Jacob in Twilight. The short story there is that she thought I was gay, lol. (note: getting hit on followed fairly immediately after I corrected her). But anyway we went back outside to say by to her and her friend, and when we went back in the lady at the door was saying something I couldn't hear that involved the words 30 pesos, but Chirag didn't really hear her either, so she just kinda said "ya, esta bien - entran" (it's fine, just go in). Hell yeah no cover charge!

SO OMG I ASKED FOR BAILEYS AND THE BARTENDER WAS LIKE GET THIS INSTEAD IT'S BETTER AND COSTS THE SAME AND HOLY ARGENTINE DRINKS, BATMAN, IT WAS PHENOMENAL!!! Anarula, I believe it was. It really did tastes like Baileys but with some crazy fruit in it (today we determined said fruit is called kaky) and mostly fresh-squeezed magic. So incredibly delicious! The beer here is also exteremely fantastic. Also had a Red Bull with vodka (drink swapped 'cause Chirag didn't like it so much). On its own, Red Bull isn't much better than piss, to me, but the vodka just lets it bloom into a beautiful little flower that you just want to hold in your hands. And then in your tummy.

After that we hopped over to another nearby bar. Cover was 50 there (today we found out that was a ridiculous fee and they probs just noticed our accents and charged us what they felt like). Many more drinks than you really need to worry about into the night I actually walked up and talked to a couple of girls. The conversation lasted about 30 seconds, but I still actually managed to crawl far enough out of my shell to do it. My general plan right now is to try and make it to 45 seconds lol. For real though, I do want to become a solidly confident and good conversationalist so I can actually *meet* people at bars when I get back to Jersey. If I can do it in Spanish, I should be a regular Don Juan in English, right lol?

Ok, battery's dying and the power's out (typing this in notepad). More on that in the next blog, but peace for now!