Fun night in BsAs
Trip Start
Aug 03, 2010
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Trip End
Nov 28, 2010
Buenos Aires,
Argentina
Sunday, August 17, 2008
After we saw Rent, we hailed a taxi so we could get to the Karaoke Bar. In result from last weekends adventures of being charged double because Brad wouldn't stop speaking english in the taxi(making it clear to the taxi drivers that we were silly Americans), we all agreed to only speak Spanish when we were in taxis.
So we all got into the taxi and Ashanti attempts to explain to us that her pants were stuck and us clearly not understanding what the heck she was talking about proceeded to laugh at everything she said afterwards. We then arrive at the Karaoke Bar and pay the driver. Upon getting out of the car, Ashanti reminds us again that her pants are stuck and she can't get out.
Upon further observation of the situation, we notice that she really was stuck, her belt loop had some how become punctured by a piece of metal sticking out of the seat.
We tried to get it off but it was so small we couldn't see. The dear taxi driver offered us a flashlight(see photo) which eventually helped alleviate the dilemma of not being able to see,and in turn, helped us free poor Ashanti.
Despues, we went to the bar and quickly left because we remembered we were hungry so we walked around the block to find something to eat. We stopped at one restaurant, but they had 6 peso empanandas(which is quiet expensive) so we continued our search.
As we walked, we passed by some garbage men who were hooting and hollering at us, but clearly we ignored their foolishness( Ashanti ignored the best because she couldn't process the one man who followed her for about 5 steps, two inches away from her face lol).
Photographic summary of our night
After being terrified we tried to get into the sushi restaurant but they were closed. As we were walking away, Ashanti's admirer handed her a coke(see photo) which she continuously denied, and I eventually accepted bc we had seen the sushi man give it to him so it had to be safe and we really wanted them to leave us be. So after that fiasco we went back to Don Julios, the restaurant with the 6 peso empandas. We sat down at the table and only ordered 3 empanadas, which is quite triflin at an expensive restaurant. The waiter asked us if we wanted anything to drink but we kindly declined, and he joked about how we brought our own coke.
We ate our three empanadas and as we were eating we noticed that the gentlemen sitting next to us were looking at us and us not wanting to pay 33 pesos for our 3 empanada meal(they charge you a service fee for sitting you down) thought we might entertain their curiosity.
One of the gentlemen informs us that he is studying wine so that he can open a winery, and in order to do that he needs to brush up on his english. He asked us to ask him any questions so that he could practice his english. Me, being the bold person I am, decided to ask him " Would you like to pay for our meal?" He responded yes and then proceeded to pull out a 5 peso bill and jokingly said would this be enough. He obviously didn't know how serious we were and put his bill back once I told him that would help so we would take it.
He then asked us, why are american girls so obsessed with money. I then told him in one fashion or another, that he asked us to ask him a question so we did, and that he insulted us by calling us money obsessed american girls.
After he apologized he came over to our table and gave us this long story about how he got into wine, how bad his english is, how his teacher is the most famous guy in the country, why he doesn't like the U.S., why he likes Christina Kirchner, etc...
Amidst his rambling he offered us the opportunity to learn how to taste wine. He gave us each a cup of Malbec(see photo) and taught us the tricks of the trade.
All in all, it was a good night, and even better once we made it to the Karaoke Bar. Great times in Buenos Aires.
A hardy laugh a day keeps the doctors away:)
