The people of BA

Here's a quick rundown (great movie - shown repeatedly on TNT down here) of some of the people I've met here:

• The other ADP consultant / roomate: Justin. Justin is a very cool guy, very easy to hang out with (which is good since we are spending about 18 hours a day together), speaks Spanish and should make for a fun person to travel with.
• The senior manager: Tom. Tom is a really smart guy (like most senior managers) but has some 'interesting' traits (like most senior managers). He's married to an Argentinian, spent a year in Spain but speaks less Spanish than I do (a lot less). He's survived living in Korea, Singapore and Kentucky but still looks terrified every time he has to cross the street. He wears slacks and a t-shirt.
• The senior manager's family. Tom brought his wife and two 7 month twin babies down to BA with him. His wife is nice and his kids are cute (as far as babies go... they'd be cooler if they were puppies). His wife's big Italian (theres lots of Italians here) family is still here so we've met a lot of friendly aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins.
• The GW connection: Tracy. Tracy is the latest of random GW High School people I have run into while travelling in a foreign country. She and her boyfriend Cy came down here after getting sick of their jobs in Denver and are trying to decide if they want to find jobs or just travel.
• The study abroad kid: David. David is a friend of Green's and has been here since September studying abroad. He speaks excellent Spanish, is a local at a cool bar (not the Alamo) and when we met him he had just gotten back from an estancia (huge ranch) and was getting ready to go sailing with a professor the next day. He is, quite simply, living the life.
• The scumbag American: Romiero. We met Romiero after a coin toss decided that we were eating at the restaurant he owns last Saturday. Throughout the meal (which was terrible and overpriced) he graced us with his stories of drugs, corruption and, of course, his love of prostitutes. And love prostitutes he did (supposedly 654 of them), he could tell you exactly where to go on any night to find hookers and how much they would cost. Talking with him left me with the same feeling I got after a few hours in Patong (or a few days in Myrtle) - namely that I needed a shower. Badly. I wonder what warrants he has waiting for him in America.
• The goth kids. There are a ton (like hundreds) of goth kids hanging out in this one park on Callao. Whats the deal with that?

Anyways, checked out the La Boca futbol game on Saturday which was a ton of fun. It had the feel of a Duke basketball game, but with 50,000 screaming and singing fans instead of 2,000. Raced home from that to watch the final four only to find that we had been locked out of the apartment by a technician (who came to install wireless for two tech consultants). So wandered around Recoleta till about 3am (which is about when people stopped eating dinner and started going out) and ended up sleeping in a hostel. On the plus side, the hostel had a sweet view of the cemetery:

-Gore