Beuenas Dias from Buenos Aires

Friends of friends are amazing. After cleaning myself up post-flight, unpacking a few things in my college-esque apartment, enjoying my first empanada (pictures to come when I have more time) and perusing my neighborhood (hello, Fendi 5 blocks away), I met up with Amy. I was introduced to Amy vial email from Gabe, who I met through my friend Jared. Amy is also from NYC and has been here since June with her childhood friend Caitlin.(Mom, if you're reading this, Amy's dad Jeff Schulmann went to high school with you, same year. Know him?) Amy and Caitlin had a friend visiting from NYC, Lisa. (Mike Evans, if you're reading this, Lisa's boyfriend Andy works with you). This world keeps getting smaller.

After meeting up with Amy's language teacher and friend, Estefia, for my first Argentina pizza (meh), they brought me to my first Argentine boliche exerperience... pretty much what I expected. Lots of too-cool super sweaty 18-year-olds smoking cigarettes (and/or hash) hopping around, crazy laser lights, and really bad, then sometimes decent, music. They definitely played that old dance song, "All Around the World," which brought me back to freshman year of college.

Two bands played earlier in the night. First could have been shipped straight from Williamsburg and was actually pretty good. Each had their own, distinct, hipster haircut and tight jeans were the uniform du jour. Super tight jeans tucked into tight ankle boots and a loose 80s-style tank top (these are all the rage down here- 80s muscle tanks. Sweet). The second band was all about the accessories. Drummer wore no shirt but a loose orange cable knit scarf wrapped around his neck twice. Bassist wore a day glo orange rain suit (or something) with the hood on, and a set of chemistry lab safety goggles and high top black converse. Guitarist wore... oh something but I can;t recall. Running off to the San Telmo Sunday market with Amy and crew. Mas to come later!