Mir don't hate me, I went to the Hotel Faena
Trip Start
Mar 09, 2007
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Trip End
??? ??, 2008
Buenos Aires,
Capital Federal District,
Argentina
Friday, March 14, 2008
BA has so far been boozin and eating. Miranda would kill me if she knew that I went to the Hotel Faena after having refused to go with her when she was here. Hotel Faena is THE hotel. If you are anyone famous, this is where you stay when you are in BA. It is the most expensive and swankest hotel in BA. Diego Filmus, one of Aug's BA buddies (Aug lived in Argentina a couple of years back), is of highly connected family (his uncle ran for Mayor of BA a couple months back and lost) and for some reason he got us a table at the bar downstairs.
Let me just say this place is seriously ridiculous. Probably the nicest, swankiest fucking place I have ever been in and probably ever will be. I didn't have any appropriate attire, so I had to borrow some from Abi (a college buddy of Aug that is chilling out in BA for a couple of months, cool fucking dude). Abi was nice enough to let me borrow a pair of his jeans. Unfortunately they were the kind that are meant to fit tight (huggin the boys and ass kind of tight), which I hate, but I had no other options.
We rolled in with a group of about ten. I was originally told that there was a minimum tab of 75 Pesos per person (about 25 bucks). That's a lot of money for Argentinian standards. Looking at the price list at this place however, it wasn't going to be a problem to meet that. Beers started out at 35 Pesos (about 11 bucks). That's NYC prices at a super swank place. I ordered some nice whiskey.... ciao to 55 Pesos. I figured 'fuck it,' I will only do it once in my life.
The clientele of this place was off the hook. The cars that were lined up outside were fucking dope cars, even for US standards (I can't remember what they were, but we were all like 'DAMN'). Rich dudes in suits smoking expensive cigars and hot chicks trying to get with rich dudes in suits smoking cigars. Basically these people had so much money they don't mind throwing it away on a 50 peso drink (you can go out in BA and get drunk on 50 pesos the whole night). Boca Juniors' (Argentina's most famous soccer team) head coach was chilling out in there. Diego pointed out these two amazingly hot girls sitting with some other really hot girls. Rocio Guirao Diaz and Luli Fernandez, two of Argentina's premier models. If you want a peak at what they look like, google them. Insane.
Me and the boys were basically sitting around in awe not knowing what to do with ourselves while sipping obscenely expensive drinks. After the little live music show they had going on was over the place slowly cleared out (yes the chick lead singer was smoking smoking hot, and she was probably also coked out of her mind). We decided to head out to a club called Jet.
But first we had to pay the bill. Let me tell you about the bill. Turns out there wasn't a 75 Peso minimum since we had a table. Since we had a table, the minimum consumption for the table was 2000 Pesos (that's 634 US dollars). Ouch is right. That is an outrageous bill for Argentina, things here are not that expensive. Can you believe that we were only about 300 Pesos short of reaching that minimum? Ordered that much worth in Tequila shots (7 shots of Tequila for 300 Pesos, or about a hundred bucks). Down the hatch, everyone threw in 180 Pesos each and off we were. It was not going to be a cheap night.
Club Jet by far broke any record previously held for having the 'hottest girls per square meter.' It broke this record because not only was the place packed, every single girl was fucking amazingly hot. I think I could have counted all the chicks that weren't hot on one hand. I exaggerate... I could probably would have needed two hands. Insane. Ask Tom or Aug. The problem with all this girls being so damn fucking hot is that they all know it and they won't even give a set of gringos the time of day (talking to girls in Argentina as a gringo is usually effortless since they usually want to talk to you, BA being the slight exception, Club Jet being the 100% full-proof exception).
We proceeded to get hammered while trying to talk to girls, not believing what our eyes were seeing. Got home when the sun came up. Damn I am going to miss this country.
