Free beer

Last night Kelly and I had big plans - dinner at Santé, the restaurant we've been wanting to try around the corner from our apartment, followed by an outrageous night out on the town to compete with our adventures of the night before.

Santé was fantastic: quality food that was a nice change from the empanadas and pizza we live off of here and we shared a lovely bottle of red wine (because of the health benefits, of course). However we went home to get dressed and I accidentally took a nap that lasted until noon today, so we had to call off the night out.

Friday night was another story. We went out to the Alamo early, 9ish, to capitalize on the ladies-drink-free-beer-til-midnight clause, and though we me may have proved ourselves not to be 'ladies' as required by said rule, we definitely optimized usage of it. When free beer was over and we were sick of baseball, we went upstairs to see if anything exciting was there and to say hi to the bartender there who is almost our friend. He is from Chicago and gives us extra big drinks.

We got to talking with another group of Americans up there who were going to Pachá, one of the larger boliches (discotheques) in BsAs. We befriended them and they invited us along with guaranteed free entry. The ride to Pachá was long...taking us to the airport...not exactly within what one would imagine as the 'city.' Our first stop was the bathrooms, which came with good news/bad news. Bad new first - we lost our new friends. But the good news is that we ran into Jo, the saucy British lass from our Spanish school, and she was there with a bunch of other friends from said school. So we danced the night away with them.

Eventually we got fed up with the noise and crowds and retired to the patio, where we were on the shores of a massive body of water (still not sure what...a river maybe?) and planes were taking off practically into our faces. Kelly wanted to know the time. She made me ask a guy passing by who she INSISTED was her Spanish teacher's brother (whom she has never met), but it clearly wasn't. It was 5:15.

We headed home at 6 and it hit Kelly that I hadn't been lying to her about what time it was. McDonald's was sadly closed.

PS thanks for pointing that out Taylor...