J (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} funkyplatypus) wrote,@ 2008-03-16 20:00:00 |
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| Current mood: |  sick |
| Current music: | REM- "Supernatural Superserious" |
There's a crack in everything.
I'm sick. My throat hurts and I sound like a 45 year old tranny prostitute. I'm hung over and I have the flu. On top of that, I'm all the way in San Antonio de Padua, lounging in my ex-girlfriend's mother's couch, visiting her for her birthday. "You're so sick, you should've stayed in", she says.
It's been a rough sunday.
FUCKING SNEEZE ATTACKS. STOP THAT SHIT.
Argentina just ended their first Daylight Savings time effort in like 40 years, which means everything goes back to being an hour earlier and thus I will be walking around confused and out of whack for the next two or so weeks. Fuck you, Cristina Kirchner, and your stupid fucking experiment.
I really do wish the weather would make up its mind already.
So, St. Patty's was yesterday. Apparently. I don't know. Somebody told me they moved it up to the 15th because the 17th was the start of Holy Week and, you know, the Catholics can't have two holidays on the same day-- it'd be ABSOLUTE CHAOS! Anyway, if yesterday was indeed Holy week, then it was the single most down-key Saint Patrick's I've ever seen. There were hardly any crazy Irish tourists roaming the streets singing "Rocky Road to Dublin", like crazy drunken pirates. In fact, I don't think I saw a single one. Maybe they're waiting 'til monday for that.
So, Emiliano, Nicolas and a few of his friends showed up last night at Seba's hostel for a few drinks, some chitchat and then, supposedly, hitting the bars with a vengaence. That didn't quite happen. One of us (I won't say who... but it starts with an N, ends with an s and has an icolas in the middle) got super sick, started throwing up everywhere and passed out. It was alright, though. We had a few laughs at his expense. It certainly made for an entertaining end to the Argentinean summer.
The city malfunctioned last night. Buses weren't making their stops (or at least, not the ones I needed) and no single fucking ATM was working. Being absolutely strapped to cash, I had to take the long walk home in a paranoid state and with ripped pants. It was terrifying.
Here, have some
Susan and Sarah, whom I accompannied to the Duke vs. UNC game screening at The Alamo last Saturday. The Alamo is, apparently, the unofficial US embassy in Buenos Aires. I'd never seen so many Americans congregated in one room outside of the US.
This is my face. Thrilling.
A creepy fucking guy joins us. Starts talking to me about the Ramones song "Somebody Put Something in my Drink". We get away from him as soon as we have the chance.
This girl and her bizarre outfit. Also, my nose.
Paula and Christina dread having their picture taken.
This mysterious creature we took a picture of at the zoo. Will someone tell me what the fuck that thing is? It looks like a Satan-monkey of doom.
Nicolas flips you off. He is one bad motherfucker.
Matthew sulks in front of the subway.
With Seba and Sophie.
You might remember the three of us as a super crimefighting trio.
Sophie doing something to her hair.
Moi. The master of looking uncomfortable, everywhere.
Hamming it up.
Mr. Emiliano Arias, drinking beer in a tea cup. Refined decadence.
Nicolas, before the shit hit the fan.
Nico's super awesome friends. Daniela, a Pearl Jam fan (hard to find one these days 'round these parts), and Kel, who doesn't like having her picture taken.
Masterful lounging.
Nico's other friend. I think his name was Juan Pablo but wanted us to call him Sudoku or something. Pfft. Animé fans.
I do some pondering while Nico giggles uncontrollably.
Yeah. You can kind of see where it goes from here.
Nico's insides.
And on that note, I'm out. I have an ugly train ride ahead of me.
