BAires Never Sleeps

I need to run to the laundromat in ten minutes to get my clothes..... don`t want them to get stolen again, haha, but wanted to update about the weekend.

Yesterday I went to a soccer (fùtbol if you prefer) match in Villa 31, this really poor neighborhood I talked about before. It was fun and got to learn about some of the less-fun issues around here. Honestly, it didn`t look that bad, it looked like a lot of other places in South America, but I guess it is that bad. Anyway. Afterward, I went to this free concert in a huge park.. An Argentinian benefit concert for the Chilean earthquake victims. Turns out I saw one of my friend`s favorite bands, Los Fabulosos Cadillac, and knew he`d be jealous. It`s this guy Oscar from work (some of you know him as papi chulo) and we both tried to see them at a summer stage concert in NY and he was mad at me for even trying (niether of us got in) because I couldn`t understand the words so what would I care. But anyway, I saw them here, and he`d be jealous. After the concert I went home and made some food, which made me sick later, then took a nap and waited for my plans to come together.

I met up with a friend I had made at Piola last week who promised to take me out. Now that I have a cell phone, I was able to get in touch with him, so I met up with him at his friends place around 1, then the 3 of us went out to this crazy awesome club. Reminded me a little bit of Hiro back home. Great music, no cover charge, we got a free ticket to another place on Friday, cheap-ish drinks, and a great crowd! We ended there at 5, at which point I thought we were going home, and I was hoping so because my stomach was churning from the poisonous concoction I made myself...I think it was the jarred tomatoes actually, never a good idea. But no, we got a taxi to the next spot. Won`t go into details, but it was definitely an interesting place, like nothing I`ve ever gone to before back home, but it was fun too. Then finally got home around 7. That`s normal, wow. But it was great to finally go super crazy.... well, crazy but not bad crazy. Niether of these kids drink, so I wasn`t in my normal indulgent mode, and I feel amazing today... how wonderful!

I`m learning so much new Spanish, I`m really loving it. The problem here though, is that so many people speak English and as soon as I start to struggle to find words, they just ask me in English. I hate that because it`s so easy to learn through struggling. I guess that`s true of anything, but especially language. And then I think about how frustrated some people tend to get back home when someone doesn`t speak English, and I`m that guy now, uhhhhh uh uhhhh! People here are really nice though, I love it. And my Spanish teacher is really cracking me up all the time. She goes on with stories, like the other day she told me she likes mate. Claro, everyone likes mate. But she doesn`t like to drink mate alone. Her kids don`t drink mate yet and she`s divorced. And her dog doesn`t drink mate. So she eats with her dog, but until he can drink mate, she only drinks it when she`s out with friends. She wasn`t trying to be funny though, that was just her thought process, and she really meant every word of it. Killing me. Then she made sure I understood properly, like she really wanted me to know. I was laughing, but she didn`t get why. I dunno.

OK I have to run and get my clothes. This stupid lady at the laundromat speaks perfect English, I hate her.