A Costume Party

I woke up well-rested on Saturday morning (8/2) and started to plan my day. I had to e-mail professors at Emory to approve courses, but then I decided to explore Recoleta. My friend Becca and I want to explore new neighborhoods every few days; we want to see all the highlights of each neighborhood and go to store and museums that are in our guidebooks and that have been recommended to us. We strolled around Recoleta with two guys we met, Liam and Edson. They are so funny, really good guys. We went to the cemetery and to a few famous stores and things like that. We didn't get as far as we would like, but it was nice. I really want to start going to some museums. Saturday at our late afternoon café, we decided we would go to this small Indian place for dinner and then go out dancing. The Indian place had such a long line that we went next door to Carnal, a bar/restaurant that was cheap but took soo long to serve us. They ended up giving us our dessert and second bottle of wine for free. We were with a pretty big group and Grethchen, the American girl here until Aug 21, who has been here for a year, came with us. After dinner we went to a bar called Filo to meet some of her friends from Spain. They were nice, but I wanted to meet back up with the group so. It so hard to meet people and try to get to know them in Spanish-- its so exhausting. But we talked to them for a while and then went back to Palermo to pick then up and head somewhere else. As wel pulled up in our cab to get them, Orly came running out saying "come in that cab over there, Pablo and his friends are taking us to a party!" Pablo is an extremely nice Argentine guy who I think is in love with Orly and they text a lot and we often meet up with him at night. Literally 6 people piled into the back seat of an extremely small Ford Focus-like car...I was on the bottom. I was dying, but it was really funny. Pablo to my right and Martín to my left were really funny. I noticed that Martín was wearing a dress and latex dishwashing gloves, but I didn't say anything.
After both my arms and legs fell asleep, we arrived at a nice apartment-like building in Belgrano. We entered the elevator, paid 5 peso, and entered into a costume party. It was like Halloween Buenos Aires style, which you can imagine is absolutely crazy. There were a fair amount of Elvis Presley's, pirates, nurses & doctors, Jokers from Batman, and "Arab people" as one guy told me. It was odd. There was a 40 year old mean serving Quilmes from a keg and there were a lot of underage girls drinking it. We met some random guys, most of whom, now that I think about it, were huge assholes. Becca and I were talking to some guy and he was like "Your Spanish is terrible, both of you." No one has ever said that to us before to our faces! Then there was a mime with this friend the "translator" who kept telling us all these sexual things the mime wanted to do and it was gross. I met this hella annoying Australian/Argentine guy, you can imagine the trouble I had understanding him in English or Spanish). He asked me to marry him and tried to get me to run across the street to the church. I asked a nice Argentine girl for help.. I said "Save me please?!" She was cool about it. We were there for a while, mingling and dancing, having a good time. Pablo's friend Martín was so hot, despite the dress, but he was in his own world.
We headed home about 5 30 AM- I was so happy to get in bed and sleep (until 1 30 pm today...oops). We were surprised to find a party happening at our house- Juan's party. I stayed and hung out for a second but I was so tired and grumpy that I had to head to bed. Juan begged to have me stay out, but we had a heart to heart and I told him I just wasn't comfortable speaking spanish at such an early hour of the morning. Haha.
Now its 2 here and I am about to go to San Telmo with Becca- they have a big fair there every Sunday :) Can't wait! Chau!