Friday, October 10, 2008

Another week passes like lightening
I am really starting to fall in love with this city

Umm I got into buffalo. This news is always preceded by an ummm because
I don't even know how I feel about it all. On one hand I really want to go, and I feel
like I am so lucky to really love the school I am going to. On the other hand,
I am still addicted to this wonderful free feeling that comes from not having real
obligations. There is so much I still want to do, and I can't imagine leaving
this wonderful city for freezing, nothing buffalo.

Well, new plan. Get a job at school, save up for six months so I can travel in the summer!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I am not good at being my own mother.
I am sick as a dog, sitting in a room that is far too messy with no clean underwear.
I am not good at being my own mother.

The past few days have been really interesting;
Well, Saturday during the day I decided to bring my guitar to
the park and spend the day lounging. I ended up meeting three really cute,
nice, Porteno boys that reminded me a lot of my friends back home.
We spent the afternoon relaxing in the park, playing music and chatting.
At night the Palermo park became this amazing hippie haven! All around
were circles of young kids playing music, smoking cigarettes, and drinking mate.

Umm Sunday was rainy, so me, Brittany, Juan Fernando, and Victor stayed inside and drank 4 peso
wine and watched movies. It was kind of amazing.

Monday I fell ill and discovered...I am not good at being my own mother!

Tuesday Brittany convinced me to go to drum and base night at Bareihn with the group. BAD IDEA. I got really tired and remembered I hate drum and base music

Wednesday I was feeling better to I went to Salsa lessons, and somehow got dragged into going to the after-office club EL MUSEO. Well, amazing club, amazing music, great night--bad idea. The whole crowd was there and we got in for free and the music was really cheesy and fun. Then at 3AM Brittany and I decided our night wasn't finished. I was in the mood for some latin dancing and managed to convince Brit and some banker type she had met to head over to Maluca Beleza again (Brazilian Club from Sat). Brit hung out with the weird New York Banker and I proceeded to dance alone, which is not possible in BA. First, I got sandwiched between two guys, and let me tell you when a porteno asks for a "beso" he does not mean on the cheek! Then this big muscular Brazilian guy asked me to dance and I realized he was like 40 and proceeded to vomit in my mouth. Finally, I found a worthy dance partner of normal age and had a blast. I maintain that Maluco is my favorite Boliche thusfar. Got home at 6:30 AM again.

Woke up to my throat screaming at me for not staying in.
As of now I am trying to figure out what to think of romantic text messages from the men here.
Am I romantically jaded from too many years of Sex In the City, or are Latin men just weird.
Until next time!