I can no longer keep count of the days and nights, so I'll just go by the day of the week.
As mentioned in the previous post, Thursday I slept till close to 3PM. The rest of the day was spent trying to recuperate. I went out for cafe con leche and medialunas (I think) To be honest, at this point, I'm not really sure. Emily and I arrange to meet for dinner before her class, but at 7PM, she texts (yes, I'm learning to text) and says she can't make it. I then head out to get some food, because I haven't had anything substantial. I have a craving for choripan, but there's nowhere close for it. I followed with roasted chicken, but I just had that the day before. So I went to a restaurante arabe that I passed by a couple days earlier, thinking, shawarma (sp?). They have it, but there's no roasting pit in sight. So I order instead a keppe al horno, which is quite similar to a meatloaf, except much tastier.
I was really excited by the night. Tanghetto would be performing at Salon Canning, and we had 2 for 1 tickets! Around 11PM (which could not have arrived early enough, because by then, I was recuperated and getting restless), I get ready and catch a cab to Emily's place. She complains that I arrive too early, that even though the event starts at 11PM, porteno time dictates that 1AM is probably more like it. OK, well, I had nothing better to do, so I wait around while she gets ready. She shows me pictures of her shoe collection. It's crazy. We discuss a possible business venture for tango shoes. Sounds promising; I'll have to learn more about it.
Finally, we head out after midnight. At this point though, I'm feeling a bit hungry and really in the mood for a choripan. And my talk of it apparently prompts Emily to crave one too. So after catching the bus to Canning, we get a couple choripans from the kiosk across the street. AR$8 for two of them. We scarf them down really quickly, then enter the milonga. The picture is an image of the salon that I took while the lights were on. And proceed to order a bottle of wine (Trapiche is the winery). I still can't get over that it's only AR$24 (US$6.70) for a bottle of decent malbec in a bar.
Around 1AM, Tanghetto comes on. They're good, but nowhere as exciting as Bajofondo. The dancing though, was dismal. The first woman I danced with asked to stop after 2 songs because she does not like nuevo tango. So why is she there, instead of being at El Beso (a very traditional milonga)? The second woman wouldn't talk to me or look at me between the first and second song, and then said "gracias" just as the second song hit the last note. The third woman was from San Francisco, and quite beautiful, but one could feel that she was not into the dance. Apparently she didn't like milonga style (which was that particular tanda). This is stupid, why do they agree to dance then? Oh well, at least I got to watch Tanghetto.
We then head to another milonga around 3AM. It's at the Armenian association, called La Viruta. So if anyone see Varo, tell him that I'm now part Armenian ;) Seriously though, its rather empty when we arrive, and there's really no one to dance with. I don't even change my shoes. The milonga ends at 4AM. By then, Emily had only danced 2 tandas, Luis (Emily's friend) only 1. Not a very productive night. So we head home. First we catch a bus back to Emily's place. That's actually one of the best things about BA-- all the buses run 24H, and all for AR$1.25 (US$0.35).
From Emily's place, I catch a cab. The cab driver is hilarious. He strikes up a conversation about my sex life. He asks if I'll be sleeping alone tonight. He asks if I like the city, if I am getting any in BA. He asks if I get a lot in Los Angeles. And he does it by using the term "focky-focky". And all in Spanish.
Again, around 5AM, I go to bed.
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