Champagne

As Kelly's birthday weekend of celebration develops, we miss more and more of the daylight hours to sleep.

On Wednesday, after the tragic film that is Wanted, we indulged in champagne and went to The Red Door, an unmarked bar in San Telmo where we discovered the delightful homemade pretzels and hummus they serve. Appropriately, Kelly made friends with the bartenders while I chatted with some artsy weirdos. We then went to Museum, per Wednesday night tradition, and had a grand old time and devouring the 2 kilos of ice cream I gifted Kelly then ate myself.

Thursday night we returned to B52, the restaurant Megan introduced us to on our very first night in Argentina. It was quite as delicious as we had remembered, though the menu had changed. They have their own reserves of Malbec, which is delicious, and the decor was reminiscent of being inside a wine bottle to me - green lights tinted the windows and dark wood and a spiral staircase reminded us of an old professor's library. Plus, you get amazing free champagne whenever you go, and we got extra by announcing Kelly's birthday, which is obviously a ploy we will continue at many new restaurants.

We followed dinner expecting quiet drinks at a bar in Plaza Serrano and an early night, but the swarms of people wanting to twirl us on the dance floor forbid it. Seriously, what is with the dancing here? I can't keep up. And yet at one point Kelly was being chased by the owner with promises of free champagne (and he didn't even know it was her birthday...) while I led the conga line for a lap around the floor.