The trip to Buenos Aires and Bariloche with my parents was lovely.
Since then, I have seen a FANTASTIC movie called "Juegos Sexuales," also known as "Cruel Intentions." I watched this movie with Facundo and Maxi, the former being a Manhattanophile who practically orgasmed at every sight of the Hamptons and Upper East Side mansions. The movie was one of the best I have ever seen. Ever. It may have been life changing. Sebastian Valmont and Annette Hargrove are my two newest idols, to be added to the collection that now includes Tila Tequila and Kanye West.
Facundo assured me that if I enjoyed (understatement) Cruel Intentions, then I would certainly enjoy Gossip Girl. Today we watched an episode of Gossip Girl (the one where Bart Bass dies and Chuck Bass goes Edward Sullen on everyone), and I must say that I was a bit disappointed. The acting is really atrocious, and the story line absurd. I am intrigued though by the dynamics of Chuck and Blair's relationship. I also love that because Dan and Rufus are from Brooklyn, they must be the "poor" characters. These things amused me for 43 minutes.
I also saw Daniella for the first time in two weeks, which was lovely. Last week she was in Mar del Plata with her host family, so for the first time in a month or so I was the lone exchange student of San Vicente. I had a lovely enough time, but she adds a special spunk to the usually tranquil San Vicente.
Moving backwards, my nights out the last two weekends have been so-so, as the Argentines would say in their pidgin English. Last Saturday, while the parental units were sitting in First Class (I'm assuming) on the way to JFK, I was at La Fiesta de la Espuma in San Carlos; in English: the Bubble Party. The bubbles poured out of a bubble-machine onto the patio outside my favorite Boliche L'Etoille so fast that I was actually wading through bubbles that came up to my shoulders. It was UNBELIEVABLY fun, until I realized that my leather belt probably thought differently. Cest la vie. Viva la vida, no?
Last night was less fun, but still an experience, I suppose. We went to a concert for "Sabroso," a cuartetto band. Cuartetto is fast-paced Cumbia, the kind of Latin American music that most Yanquis would laugh, or rather scoff, at. It's essentially Argentine country music. The scene is the same, (or at least what I imagine the country music scene to be). Not the most fun, but I got to eat a choripan, and meet some very fun "cuarteterros," cuartetto super-fans.
Plans have yet to be made for tonight, but I'm sure that with Daniella back in town, they will be far from dull.
Something to look forward: I am going to Buenos Aires with Victor next week! After my moments of Manhattonophilia recently, sparked by Cruel Intentions, Gossip Girl, and Susan Hope Davis, I am looking forward to a trip to the Capital Federal.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Boca Lago Takes San Vicente by Storm
I love old people. So with a rummy tournament and South America's biggest bingo game, you can imagine that I basically had one of the best weekends ever.
We begin Friday night at Club Bochazo, an outdoor restaurant/mini sports complex. We were there for the Perrera (dog shelter) fundraiser, a rummy tournament with a 2 peso buy-in.
The night began with a tango show by a group from Rosario. Then the rummy tournament began - average age: 65. Perfect.
These people were serious about their game (at one point, an old man told me to take my drink off the table because the watermark might wet the cards). Still, I won the first round. All sense of good sportsmanship flew out the window. I was absolutely elated. I ran up to Daniella, the exchange student from New Zealand, and Mariela and Victor, my host parents, and screamed excitedly "I won! I won!" Of course, there were two more rounds, and I was the first person out in the second round, but ... that's not important.
Other highlight of the night: someone told me that I looked intellectual because I was wearing my glasses and a nice long sleeve shirt. Score.
Saturday night was San Vicente's biggest event of the year - the Bingo. Bingo in Argentina basically means any sort of gambling, but San Vicente's bingo really was bingo as we know it in Senior Centers and Old Age Homes everywhere. A few thousand cars were given away, in addition to tens of thousands of pesos. I played the binguito - a 25 Peso buy-in for a 30,000 peso win. I lost. But it was still a fun time. Toward the end of the night, we listened to Soledad, a famous Argentinean folk singer and she ROCKED it. Afterward, I headed to the terminal for a late night snack and chat with friends from Maria Juana (my favorite Communist included).
Monday afternoon, Daniella and I headed to Santa Fe to spend the night in her host family's apartment there and meet up with exchange students in the morning to renew our visas. The highlight of the visit: I got to eat Mexican food. Twice.
Hence: I am very excited for my trip(s) to Mexico and Ole Mole this summer. The only foods that can even compare to choripan are quesadillas and burritos.
Now I'm headed to Buenos Aires tonight for a week or so with the padres in BsAs and Bariloche.
We begin Friday night at Club Bochazo, an outdoor restaurant/mini sports complex. We were there for the Perrera (dog shelter) fundraiser, a rummy tournament with a 2 peso buy-in.
The night began with a tango show by a group from Rosario. Then the rummy tournament began - average age: 65. Perfect.
These people were serious about their game (at one point, an old man told me to take my drink off the table because the watermark might wet the cards). Still, I won the first round. All sense of good sportsmanship flew out the window. I was absolutely elated. I ran up to Daniella, the exchange student from New Zealand, and Mariela and Victor, my host parents, and screamed excitedly "I won! I won!" Of course, there were two more rounds, and I was the first person out in the second round, but ... that's not important.
Other highlight of the night: someone told me that I looked intellectual because I was wearing my glasses and a nice long sleeve shirt. Score.
Saturday night was San Vicente's biggest event of the year - the Bingo. Bingo in Argentina basically means any sort of gambling, but San Vicente's bingo really was bingo as we know it in Senior Centers and Old Age Homes everywhere. A few thousand cars were given away, in addition to tens of thousands of pesos. I played the binguito - a 25 Peso buy-in for a 30,000 peso win. I lost. But it was still a fun time. Toward the end of the night, we listened to Soledad, a famous Argentinean folk singer and she ROCKED it. Afterward, I headed to the terminal for a late night snack and chat with friends from Maria Juana (my favorite Communist included).
Monday afternoon, Daniella and I headed to Santa Fe to spend the night in her host family's apartment there and meet up with exchange students in the morning to renew our visas. The highlight of the visit: I got to eat Mexican food. Twice.
Hence: I am very excited for my trip(s) to Mexico and Ole Mole this summer. The only foods that can even compare to choripan are quesadillas and burritos.
Now I'm headed to Buenos Aires tonight for a week or so with the padres in BsAs and Bariloche.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Nietzche and Sutzche
People I've met in the last two weeks:
Daniella Ferrier: the new exchange student in San Vicente from New Zealand.
Pieri Romitto: self-proclaimed Communist; future political science major at a university in Santa Fe capital; does not own cell phone because it is an agent of capitalist globalization
Los Grosos: a band of midgets who play "Elena No/El Enano" a play on the name Elena with the Spanish word for "Midget." Los Grosos play typical cumbia Santa Fecino, and their hit song is played at the end of every episode of Susana Gimenez, the Argentine version of Oprah/Tyra/Ellen.
Los Palmeras: my favorite Argentine cumbia band; I heard them play in San Vicente months ago and I got to hear them again last weekend.
Places I've Been:
L'etoille: Biggest boliche in the area; in San Carlos, 1.5 hours from San Vicente
Fiesta Cerveza: Argentine version of a county fair, also in San Carlos (this is where I heard the cumbia bands)
Maria Juana: the next town over; this is where I met the Argentine Communist.
Daniella Ferrier: the new exchange student in San Vicente from New Zealand.
Pieri Romitto: self-proclaimed Communist; future political science major at a university in Santa Fe capital; does not own cell phone because it is an agent of capitalist globalization
Los Grosos: a band of midgets who play "Elena No/El Enano" a play on the name Elena with the Spanish word for "Midget." Los Grosos play typical cumbia Santa Fecino, and their hit song is played at the end of every episode of Susana Gimenez, the Argentine version of Oprah/Tyra/Ellen.
Los Palmeras: my favorite Argentine cumbia band; I heard them play in San Vicente months ago and I got to hear them again last weekend.
Places I've Been:
L'etoille: Biggest boliche in the area; in San Carlos, 1.5 hours from San Vicente
Fiesta Cerveza: Argentine version of a county fair, also in San Carlos (this is where I heard the cumbia bands)
Maria Juana: the next town over; this is where I met the Argentine Communist.
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