Big club, no game and some alcohol poisoning
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Rosario,
Argentina
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I have to change hostels since this one is booked for the night through advance reservations which sucks since I only slept for like 3 hours. It`s raining and cloudy so I don`t do much today besides taking a nap and eating food. I do buy a pair of tracking shoes though because where I am going I will need them. Thing that sucks is I spent $380 pesos for a pair of Columbias that probably cost $80usd back home, so I basically paid like $45usd too much but what are you going to do besides steal them. I also teach myself how to tie a bowline knot which I got off the internet. I don`t have room in my bag for shoes so I have to tie them to the outside of my bag but I have to do it in such a way that someone behind me can`t simply yank on the shoe string to untie it and run off with my shoes. The bowline knot is perfect since it can only be undone when the string is not taut and even then it takes some time to untie. I feel very utilitarian.
I head back to the old hostel to hang out with the Isrealis (Davi, Adam, Issac, Toa and damn I forgot the other dude`s name). Leo and I were supposed to hang out with those chicks but for whatever reason the plans feel through and Leo said that we would have to do it on Saturday night. Leo is cool though and invites me to hang with him and some of his boys later on but I tell him I`m already hanging with friends. We drink and do whatever and decide to go to MDM (pronounced Madame) which is the largest club in all of South America. I can`t wait to see this place. The place is humongous and immaculate. I don`t know how many people it can hold, maybe 8,000 or so. The thing is there are rooms that aren`t being used so who knows how big this place actually is. There is an outside part which is simply awesome but I must admit the music kind of blows. The drinks are ridiculously cheap and after I tip the bartender the first time my vodka and sprites are 5/6 full of vodka, seriously. The other thing about lots of clubs in SA is that you don`t have a choice in what type of alcohol you get. You get one type of Rum, one type of Vodka, one type of Gin etc etc. And believe me this is no Chopin. These drinks must have about 4 shots in each one. They are like LIT`s at Jimmys. Here`s the thing, I know how many standard glasses of various cocktails (meaning liquor mixed without something alcoholic) I can consume without getting completely fucked. I can probably drink 8-10 glasses of mixed vodka in a given fairly long night. But for some reason my dumb ass didn`t take into account the strength of these bad boys and I probably drank 7 or 8 of them which would translate into 28-32 shots or well over a fifth. I also drank several beers before we left and by the end of the night I am fucked. Needless to say I didn`t do very good with women although there were probably 500 hotties. The girls here are the best looking I have ever seen in my life but they aren`t nearly as cool as Brazilian chicks. But maybe my stumbling and slurring ass didn`t help the situation. Hah, I can only imagine how bad my spanish was being this hammered, I mean it sucks pretty bad as it is, no wonder nobody could understand what the hell I was saying. Girls probably thought I was retarded or from Mississipi which is basically the same thing. I don`t even realize how fucked I am until I leave though. I never ever get like this, I mean I drink fairly often but not in huge quantities and I`m always in control. Even tonight, I mean I know what`s going on but when I get outside I can tell my head is jacked. The worst thing is I got so drunk that I can`t even remember if anything funny happened, and I`m sure it did. I get some food from a street vendor and catch a cab back and I can only wait to see how bad my hangover will be in the morning. I`m such an idiot. Gosh!
Jan 26
Sweet, waking up today for me must have been what it was like for Mcauley Caulkin to wake up the next morning in Michael Jackson`s bed. I feel like complete shit and my throat is fucked. I think I have a slight fever and I probably have a mild case of alcohol poisoning. Sweet, 32 years old and I`m not even mature enough to handle my own liquor. Ok, that`s it. I`m done drinking for awhile. I`m pretty pissed at myself today and all I can do is lay around and groan. I`m supposed to go to a barbecue at the hostel with the Isrealis during the day and then hang out with Leo and hopefully those chicks tonight but I can`t do shit. Leo keeps texting me and finally I tell him I can`t make it out tonight. Sucks. He writes back "stop drinking so much John, ......" Hah, John. I lay on the couch in the hostel and watch movies. I Spy with Owen Wilson is on and for some reason this guy cracks my ass up and makes me feel better, that is until I decide to stand up. I never did puke which is good since I hate puking but I probably should have upchucked last night as I would have felt better today. I tell myself I really have to stop tipping the bartenders in SA. They go a bit overboard when I do. One thing I notice about Rosario is that they are in love with Alanis Morrisette. I hear this bitch everywhere. Her songs are a bit nostalgic though as they totally remind me of college. I`m surprised they don`t serve Icehouse beer here and Zima and show the movie Pulp Fiction all the time. The only time I leave the hostel is to go to the pizza place right next door to get some food. I only eat one time the entire day which is like 5 times less than usual. I should insert some sort of joke here but I didnīt feel very funny that day and I am trying to create a mood which reflects how shitty I felt. BTW: from here on out the blog I`m afraid won`t be nearly as funny as my travels will entail more sightseeing and trekking around mountains and stuff. I will do my best though to make it as entertaining as possible.
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