Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

As some of you may know, I haven't gotten up before 10:00 since I've been here. I absolutely hate it. Laziness is gross.

This morning, however, I was up at 7:30 AM. No, I didn't wake up at 7:30, I was simply...up at 7:30.

Why, you ask? Because this country is INSANE.

A brief rundown of my night: I remained at home until 11:30 at night, at which point Franco and Ezequiel arrived at the Colombero household to walk over to Fede's. Emilio was playing video games with a group of about ten friends. They didn't look like they were leaving anytime soon. Note: they're twelve.

Anyway, we stayed at Fede's until a little before 2, just playing cards and charlando. At 1:45, we piled into Raul's van and blasted reggaeton. They were all screaming the lyrics. Once we arrived at the plaza, which is also right next to the church, everyone got out and started dancing. I felt like i'd joined a gang of miscreants, something between Alex and his droogs and Danny Zuko and the T-Birds. It was at this time when I realized I am so over this stage of life called "youth." Granted, I was never really into the whole "I'm wild" thing, but this pretty much confirmed the notion.

Anyway, at 2 we met up with the others in our group and boarded the van that would take us to Marijuana for the bigger, better boliche. Once there, we quickly headed for the dance floor.

The music startled me a bit. I think Argentina is about twenty to thirty years behind on music. "Stayin Alive," "Celebration" and other disco hits usually relegated to the Cedar Brook Cafe were big hits of the night. Old Madonna and Paula Abdul music videos were projected onto the wall. Saturday Night Fever reached its height with the Village People. I kid you not...the club did the "YMCA."

Eventually, cumbia and reggaeton were mixed in. The music got louder and the music intensified. The floor shook. This time, however, I was actually enjoying the craziness of the scene. As I said, being a young whippersnapper isn't exactly my "thing," but hey...you're never too old to dance. Even if that dancing happens in the Boca Lago Club House. Maybe the parties are actually better post-retirement...the music can never be too loud for those folks!

Final schedule for the night:

11:30: go to Fede's
1:45: dance in the plaza
2: go to boliche in Marijuana
2:30: arrive in Marijuana
7:00: leave Marijuana for San Vicente
7:30: arrive in San Vicente
8:00: fall asleep

Oy.