Archive for September 2nd, 2009

At the ponies:

I accidentally had a lot of fun Monday evening. I’d left my chaqueta at the Norwegian girls’ new house on Saturday (incidentally, their names are Tori and Elisabeth), and took a cab over there with some other very nice young ladies and ended up at the Hipodromo betting on the ponies. Body Fred had a great name and a strong set of teeth, so I was fairly sure I’d win a hefty sum. Alas, he didn’t even show himself on the track. A minute or so before the race began, Body Fred bowed out. Or maybe he died. I’m afraid I’ll never know. Anyway, I lost like $1000. JK, LOL.

After the excitement of the track, we needed to chill out a little bit, so we took (yet another) cab to the Teatro Konex to see something that I heard was called La Bamba and later learned was called La Bomba de Tiempo. And it was fun. The drumming here is unreal. I can’t say enough about it or really do it justice. We got there at maybe 9:00 and stayed a few hours (and I drank one GIANT beer) before going to a fancy restaurant in Palermo. And I left my wallet in a cab that had taken us to the fancy restaurant, but have since resolved the situation and all is right with the world so I don’t want to dwell on it.

Anyway, it was a blast, and I didn’t do my tareas that night but managed to wake up early the next morning and get it all done.

I tried again to register for the marathon and met resistance. It’s like they don’t want me to run 42.125 km or something. Like maybe I’m going to show them up. Babies. Does anyone know why I might not be able to register? Does it have something to do with not having a DNI number?

Chau.

P.S. My teacher Marcella (who is very cool and I’m pretty sure a radical revolutionary) told me that we Estados-Unidos-ians say gracias and por favor way too much. Mozos (see def. 3) think we’re making fun of them by being overly polite. Sorry about that, mozos. Seriously, my apologies.