The first week of school left me gasping for a bit of rest. I expected to come home, have an early night after meeting up with some friends, and then have enough energy to jump into the weekend. I got something better.
Somehow the afternoons fly by after school. I don't know where the time goes, but this past Friday was no exception. Somehow it was dark, and I was on the corner of Santa Fe and Borges waiting for some amigos so that we could head to Palermo Soho, the place to be in my neighborhood.
I ordered a Quilmes Bock, but I got a Quilmes Stout--a liter, which I didn't intend. It served as a second dinner. You can see me there enjoying my opaque libation with a manly grin. This relaxed environment is my kind of night--hanging out and talking--but when in Rome, you do as the Romans. Likewise, in Buenos Aires, you stay up all night.
The night life here is absolutely absurd. We left the bar around 2AM, at which time I reminded everyone repeatedly that I would be going home to rest for the big weekend ahead. My voice deceived me, because within the hour I was dancing at a place called Las Brujas to "We No Speak Americano". As in most dancing situations, I just went for it--and I'm not sure whether my "Drink 'til you Dance" moves were appreciated by my fellow classmates, but I had a good time. I came home at around 5:30AM, and even then the bars were packed as if it was 9PM.
It was a good experience, and yes, to all of you out there, I was very responsible. Still, I probably won't do this again for a while so that I can hold on to some sleep and keep my sanity.
I slept late the next day, but woke up feeling wonderful. I got breakfast at a cafe with a few friends, and we walked together to the bus which brought us to the rugby match. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get a good picture of the game itself, but I took one of the stands. I had a great time, and I was glad I knew a bit about the sport, having played before, so that I could explain a few things to the people who I sat next to.
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I awoke at 5:30 AM the next morning to catch the boat ride to Montevideo. Over the next two days--Sunday and Monday, I would wander the streets of a country I literally never think about: Uruguay. I'll give you more on that tomorrow. Right now, I have homework to do, and I don't want to overwhelm you.
Until then, I want to recommend this movie. I recently watched it upon the recommendation of a certain Mr. Haubenreich, a guy who always seems to know what's good. If you don't watch the movie, at least check out the trailer. I really enjoyed it.
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