Tigre Cantobar. Everytime (2 times) I have gone to sing kareoke slash party at Tigre Cantobar, I tear the house down with Miguel Jackson, especially "Billie Jean". I took my new awesome Jersey Jew friend Troy to Tigre and we hung out with my porteña friends Ro and Ines. Shots? I lost my ATM card so Troy has been a running tab as of late. We are too dangerous of a team together. Never have we had a bad experience hitting the noche.
You know its a good night (and quite common) in Buenos Aires to walk back to your house with the sun int he sky. I made it home last night - I mean morning - at 8 AM. As I walked in, my host mom was working on a cake. She says to me, "Estás destruido!" (you are destroyed!)
After sleeping a good sleep, showering a good shower and breakfasting a good toast and pear, I am off to buy a warmer jacket. It is getting muy frio here and I cannot understand why. I never imagined that Buenos Aires got cold. My mystical fantasies are frozen.
Talk soon. Glad to hear from some of you that reading this blog makes you happy. You make me happy.
David
"No me hinchés las bolas!"
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