Good Evening Colleen

Colleen and I have had a special bond ever since we chugged a bag of wine in the Onslow bathroom one night, so I guess it was fitting that she come visit me to chug whiskey and drink a bar out of Baileys. But we are getting ahead of ourselves. 

Her trip started out on a high note, vino tinto in Pallermo and then moving on to dinner at La Cabrera. Cabrera is the same place I went for my birthday, its pretty much the most incredible restaurant with amazing steak, free champagne while you wait and cool little side dishes all for a pretty reasonable price (dinner + drinks para dos for $50). Meat sweats.

The next day, after Colleen's $500 leather binge ("no, I'm just gonna see what they have"), we hit up the U2 show again. Good times as expected, complete with bizzaro Bono falling off a railing and a bizzaro Haggerty runnig around the bar. We went back early (3am) to rest up for North River Park Clean Up on Saturday morning. The park is a biological reserve up by San Isidro on the coast of the Rio Plata that is home to a bunch of birds, snakes and about 7,000,000 plastic bottles from the last time the river flooded. Twenty of us removed about forty big bags of trash, mostly water / soda bottles (though also styrofoam, light bulbs, tennis balls, a tire, trash bags, etc), and barely made a dent. Its a bummer to see all that trash in a nice wildlife park so stop using so much bottled water, and if you do, at least try to recycle them. We spent the rest of the afternoon in San Isidro then had a delicious (and authentic Argentine) meal in Chinatown.

Sunday was an American roller coaster of a day. We grabbed something resembling American brunch with something resembling American bagels, pancakes and French toast at a cafe in Recoleta. We washed down brunch with mate, the traditional/ritualistic/super caffeinated Argentine drink.  It was fun, the waitress showed us how to pour it and everyone in the cafe put up with us as we got louder and louder and more jittery. Lest the caffeine wear off, we went from brunch to high tea at one of the posh hotels here (more English than American, but whatever). Lots of finger sandwiches, bubbly water and sports jacket... I felt something like an adult (this would not last).

So after getting all hopped up on caffeine we decided the only way we could ever get to sleep was to consume massive amounts of alcohol. We started with Jameson at an Irish pub but since it was 2 for 1 happy hour (happy hour is all day, all night, every day, every night) we were pretty quickly two whiskeys deep. Then we decided to see the new Indiana Jones movie and (naturally) sneak in a little bottle of $3 whiskey. The whiskey was delicious, I don't really remember the movie but I think it was bad (pretty much like every other movie I've snuck booze into). So then we got in a fight with the people at McDonalds and ended up back at the Irish pub and quickly put down two more whiskeys. Then just as the bar was closing we moved inside and had our first car bomb. Then our second. And our third. Then moved on to Baileys shots. That is what I like to call American drunk. So three hours after they tried to close, we stumbled out, ran into one of the work guys catching his 5:30am cab to the airport and crashed.

I did not go into work on Monday. Thanks for the visit Col!