Long Week

Hey, it's been a pretty crazy week for me. Spanish classes have been really intense and I'm beginning to actually speak it in the real world. It's been pretty tough waking up at 8 am everyday while Cousin Leah gets to keep sleeping in (she's not taking classes anymore), but hopefully it will pay off.

We decided to go to our usual spot on Wednesday, the Alamo. We chilled in the downstairs bar for a while and ate dinner with our free beer. It was kind of a weird, older crowd so we went to the upstairs bar to visit our bartender buddy Joe. Once he saw us he was like, "well look who it is, surprise, surprise." He obviously loves us.

We sat down at a table to chill and were instantly bombarded by a group of guys claiming they really needed to practice their english and could they talk with us. There were literally 15 of them and it turned out they were rugby players for some athletic club. They eventually convinced us to go to a club with them because they could get us in for free and it would be SO SO FUN. We were actually planning on heading to that club later, so we just went with them, teaching them all sorts of North American slang along the way. We met up with the rest of the team, which had to be at least another 20 guys. All of them were sporting the Jonas Brother type haircuts, so by the end of the night, they all started looking the same. Lots of dancing, lots of fun, we left when I realized I had to be at class in 6 hours.

Thursday was pretty chill, and Friday was one of the more hilarious evenings I've had since I've been here. Leah and I planned on going out with our friend Jo, and english woman we met during spanish school. We planned to meet at the Alamo (obviously), but when we arrived, the bar was closed and taped off with signs saying the Argentine police had shut the bar down. We were, and still are, devastated. Where am I going to watch my Tiger baseball? or the Olympics? or FOOTBALL!?!?! Thankfully our friend Peter knows the owner and informs us its the corrupt laws of Argentina that have shut the place down. I guess the "gringo" owners of the Alamo won't submit to the corruption so they get punished by the police and health inspectors or something. Whatever, I just want the place open again.

Anyways, we decided to go to a cafe, have some dinner, drink some wine, and figure out the rest of our evening. Jo had been kind of seeing this Brazilian guy, so she invited him and his friend to drink with us. She warned Leah and I that they were almost too good looking, so we were a little apprehensive to meet these people. It was a little weird at first when they sat down and introduced themselves, but then one of them, Lucas, turns to Leah and I and says, "listen, I just want you to know that I am REALLY high right now." It was so unexpected and hilarious that everything was fine after that.

We left the Brazilians because they had an early exam and went to a club. Danced for a while, ran into some of the rugby guys, and headed home pretty late. We were invited to a rugby party tonight, but who knows if we will end up there. Sandra Stone did warn us that rugby players were nothing but trouble, so we might just have to make an appearance.


Jo and the Brazilians, Flavio and Lucas: