Bus ride #2

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Once you go Executive Suite you never go back. 

Aside from our seats folding completely flat (which was awesome) and the full alcohol service, bus ride #2 was pretty similar to #1.  Replace the full volume Ruta 66 concert with a 2010 BeeGees concert at the MGM Grand, Mision Explosiva with Death Race, and the 3am military searches with a 5am breakfast service (which was particularly confusing for Jesus and Brandan, who generally don’t get home from the bars until 7am), and you have bus ride #2.   Oh, one difference: the toilets on bus ride #2 could only take liquids, not solids.  But if it was an emergency, they were willing to pull the bus over just for you.

On our way again…

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Jen, Jesus, Brandon, Paul, and I are heading out for another 16 hour bus ride, this time to Mendoza in the west.  Wine country.  (Drew is sticking around to continue his Spanish classes.)  Hoping that maybe this bus ride will show the original Mision Explosiva.  Fingers crossed.  

We’ll be back on Wednesday….

Fernet and Coke

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This is the polar opposite of favorite.  Fernet and coke is a popular drink here for both men and women.  It tastes like….death.  Mixed with coke.  But, our new Argentinian friends (below) were all about it and bought me one…so I had to pretend to like it.  Don’t ever get one, no matter what the locals tell you.

Argentina 4, South Korea 1

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Argentina’s second game was at 8:30am local time today (Thursday).  For a country that generally doesn’t get rolling before 10 or 11, being woken up at 8am with honking horns and vuvuzelas in the street was weird.  Paul and I went down the street to a cafe for the first half (Jesus watched from the couch).  The cafe was packed, we sat down, and I ran upstairs to the bathroom real quick (you can guess where this is going.)   Of course, as soon as I settle in in the stall, the cafe freaks out…GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!  Son of a…

Fortunately, within the next 10 minutes, they scored again.  At half time (score: 2-1), Paul and I decided to make our way down to Plaza San Martin, which was paaaaaacked. 

When we got here I kind of expected every game to be a huge party, considering all the celebration beforehand.  In reality, watching the game is a pretty intense experience.  Until there is a goal, or a run on the goal, everything is pretty silent.  Not a lot of chit chat, people are concentrating.  Intense watching.  Anyway, in the second half, Argentina scored two more times.  Huge celebration.  The announcers are beside themselves.  Maradona is a genius.  Messi is amazing.  Argentina is on its way to the championship.  All is right in the world.

Chopp, Chopp

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A chopp is what they call a half liter of beer here…which isn’t really applicable to what I’m about to say, but maybe it subconsciously inspired me.

The other day, Jesus and I went to Club Creativo, a gay-friendly salon for a trim.  On a whim, I decided to chop off my hair.

Argentine Film Festival-Day 1

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We’ve committed ourselves to watching at least one Argentine movie a week (along with a few Gael Garcia Bernal films, because he is hot) on nights we don’t go out.

(I realize now that Brigada Explosiva: Mision Pirata was also an Argentine movie, so this technically should be our second film.  But we’re just going to pretend that Brigada Explosiva never happened.)

First (real) film: El Secreto de Sus Ojos (The Secret of Their Eyes)

This movie, based off a book (La Pregunta de Sus Ojos), and directed by Juan Jose Campanella, won the Oscar for best foreign film in 2010.  It is awesome.  It’s a drama, mystery, thriller, love story…really fantastic.  Go rent it.