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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Yet another day with a hangover. The day was largely spent hanging out and getting to know new and existing arrivals. I was happy that Chris (American Seal) was going to come out drinking with us, as were Harry and his sister (Australian). The fact that Harry would join us was unexpected; he was seventeen! (I have only met one person younger than that and he was Australian too. A big difference was that he was travelling with his parents).

A spanner in the works was HTC. They had use of the roof to film a commercial. (As of present day I still have not seen it. If anyone can provide a link it would be very welcome). Mike and I cheekily asked for parts in the commercial. We were not hired unfortunately. So we took to being friendly with the female workers on the advert. At one point I offered the camera a display of my 'three pack'. We were still not hired.

Dinner was needed and yet again an expensive one was purchased. Well worth it once again. Some of the Australian lads wanted to hit the Palermo district to go clubbing later. I agreed but did not know what time we would leave to reach there. Solution: exchange numbers. As my phone was at home I said one of us would be in contact later. You know where I am going with this. That night turned out to be the most drunk I have been in my entire life. So unfortunately due to that I could not meet and they left Buenos Aires the next day.

Oh you want details? Alright then. After we got back from dinner the HTC crew were still there. We knocked back some whisky as some of the group got ready for the night out. I had decided not to drink beer for a while. There was the Festival Buen Da and Chris bought a round of Fernet and coke. Oh boy! This was awful! My Argentinian pals; the drink may be highly regarded but not by me and my taste buds. I still consumed it, slowly. A go-kart race was held around El Obelisk and we watched it for a while. I love seeing a different side to a city. It was nice to see traffic stopped whilst admiring the bright city lights glowing at night. We moved onwards where there were singers on stage. The event was professionally done and was very impressive. The singers sang beautifully and it is at times like these I wish I was fluent in Spanish.

The Englishman from Leeds handed me a can of Brahma. This felt like a bad idea as there was wine, whisky, Fernet and vodka in my system. Not to offend him I took the beer and consumed it. Next Mike, Megan and a few others said it was to late for them. It was midnight and I could not change their minds. In Mike's case I was disappointed he was not coming along as he is worth his weight in gold. Slowly our numbers of twenty has whittled down to Chris, Henna, Harry and his sister.

Most restaurants were closing and Henna managed to get one of them to serve us alcohol. A shot was taken of I don’t know what. These were followed by another round of Fernet and coke. Oh no! Yet again I cringed but it was already ordered and made. Could I decline it? Probably not. Dj vu again. To describe it; a medicinal taste and a liquid that should be used in automobiles. I struggled but finished it and felt ok.

We talked for a while and stumbled on a bar in San Telmo. Chris ordered shots of vodka. Harry’s sister pointed out the glasses were huge and I did not know what she was talking about. They were normal drinking glasses. I think Chris did not know the word for 'shot’ in Spanish. Bless his heart. Me being me: ‘no problem’. I still had not realized my downfall. Henna motioned to do it in four attempts and after deliberation it was cut to two attempts. After finishing I looked at Harry’s pictures on his camera and talked to Chris. A little while later I remember excusing myself to the men’s room. This was my last intact memory of the night. What I recall next is not being able to stand whilst holding/gripping the faucet. (Think Rambo 3 and seriously drunk). At least I had enough nous to pull myself up via the faucet and slowly I did. Cold water smoothed my face and hopefully would make me more aware. I was not out of the woods by a long shot. A bartender checked if I was ok, I gave him a thumbs up. It may have been a few minutes but slowly I stood. I asked poor Harry in my wisdom, ‘should I make a move on your sister?’ If this happened to anyone else it would be fun. As this happened to me I shake my head but still smile.

Sometime later Harry walks out of the men’s room and I follow. I forget to say goodbye to the girls. The fight is becoming apparent; not to vomit and pass out. Outside I lean on a window as someone, probably Harry hails a taxi. As the guys open the door for me the inevitable happens, I chuck up. Blast! The driver will not take us as I hear faint laughter. I am told to keep it in. Really? Easier said than done. We make it into taxi number two and I pass out. I come to when we are outside the hostel with the driver over me. I am not entirely sure but he may have slapped me. With Chris stumbling towards the open front doors, Harry is sandwiched between us. I walk towards them as the HTC crew are putting away their equipment. The crew laughs in hysterics over my stumbling and state; I wave back to them. Fortunately I know where I am and avoid tripping on the step before the elevator. The elevator door closes with us all in and I pass out again. At the hostel door I come to briefly, seeing the concerned face of Santiago. Sometime has elapsed with me in bed, the sheets over me, my shoes off and in darkness. The need to vomit is evident once again and I fight it off to no avail. Knowing the outcome I survey my options. To the left my suitcase and bags and to the right are someone’s shoes and open space. I choose the right side and vomit. This time the output is clear and I just miss the shoes. Someone asks if I am ok whilst the room light goes on. Some laughter ensures and the someone states the bathroom is ten feet away. As I am not in a talkative mood, I state;’ I can’t walk nor get out of bed’. This evokes more laughter. I also add ‘the light needs to go off and y’all should go back to sleep’. I pass out until morning.

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