I am pleased to announce that my dear friend and former roomie, Hill (as known as "H," Hdawg, or Hillbilly Hound) will be arriving this evening to join me for a few days (and crazy nights) in BA. I´m sure that we will be able to stir up the city and cause some damage. Stay tuned to see how the city fares under our assault…
Just like to send a shot out to my favorite Italian boy whose b-day is today (well in Italy it is already the 28th). Happy Birthday you young Italian stud!!! What is it 18? Ahhh if only you were older and not my former roomie’s brother…
So I decided to spend part of Sunday afternoon doing the "tourist" thing. I got out my little map book and decided to visit the Recoleta cemetary and the feria. So there I was on the sidewalk looking lost and innocent (that’s just my way) and of course I was approached my some "gentleman" who asked if he could help me (ha, ha, all part of my evil plan!). Anyways said gentleman takes it upon himself to personally escort me to the cemetary and explain parts and areas of the city as we walk along. Now do I know he has some sort of hidden agenda? Well maybe I have an idea but is it really my fault that he may be arriving at erroneous decisions? So I smile and nod while I enjoy my little tour and wait for the perhaps inevitable dreaded move. I tried to be careful, keep my distance and avoid any type of body contact. I thought perhaps I would be safe, I mean is there anyplace less romantic than a cemetary? But of course true to Argentine form he moved in –> and I moved away, no way was anything happening. We talked for a while longer, he walked me to the bus stop and tried to get my info. But timing is everything in this world and this was eloquently demostrated when at that moment my bus arrived. Later upon reflection would I have done the same? Maybe, maybe not…But damn it was a good tour.
I came across this photo and it made me smile. I love gay boys..what else is there to say?
My nightly bed companions in BA. Uma insists on sleeping under the blankets while Vega likes to stretch out beside me or next to my pillow. Once they deem that I had a sufficient amout of sleep I am treated to much face licking and nudging til one or the other of us surrenders and abandons the bed…so far it is humiliating to say that I am being beaten by two small dogs.
There is a question that I have come to hate and recognize as the death knell to any conversation that I am having with a person of the opposite sex with whom I am enjoying a pleasant intercourse (and I mean that in the most innocent of terms - you know an exchange of information rather than of bodily fluids).
DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?
Geez, how do you correctly respond to this question? — Especially if you have found yourself in the middle of some kind of vague unclassified relationship (not saying that is the case with me but…) ? First off if you are not interested in the individual - in the romantic sense - this sets off the warning bell that this person is probably interested in you so is the appropriate response to:
A. Say no but let them know right away in no uncertain terms that there is no way in hell that you would be interested in dating them (but you know in a kind of polite way).
B. Say yes you do have a boyfriend that works out three times a day and is intensely jealous and ohhh look here he comes now…
C. Explain how your last boyfriend broke your heart and left you with two sets of twins to raise all on your own (if you can make your eyes water and voice break during the telling it is all for the better).
And the correct answer is:
D. All of the above. Once this question works its way into the conversation friendship with the said individual is out of the question. Choose whichever response will give you the most hoots and giggles and have fun with it.
Other potential fun responses could be:
A. I am a lesbian — dangerous though because this tends to attract guys even more.
B. Let them know that you don’t have a boyfriend, that you are searching for that certain someone that completes you - your soulmate. You are really looking for someone sensible and steady to love one another forever, settle down and raise a family with (you want at least 5 {more} children). You are ready to get married…actually you feel a really strong bond with him - does he feel it too?…(get the picture?)
C. No your boyfriend died in a tragic motorcycle collision with a Pace Picante Sauce truck last month (enter tears and voice breaking) now you feel closest to him whenever you dance salsa - excuse yourself.
Accidents and maladies happen every day I guess. But jeez they do seem to happen EVERYDAY to me. Believe me that is only a slight exaggeration. I have now been in BA for 15 days. In that time I have sustained the following:
1. Two cases of food poisoning
2. One eye infection (swollen, red and painful for 3 days)
3. Two dog bites (that have broken the skin)
4. Narrowly missed being hit by car 3 times (literally feeling the wind rush by the legs as the car passes me by)
Ah, each day a new adventure, stay tuned in to hear about my continual death-defying experiences…
You are walking down the street and two police officers slow down their vehicle to call out "te quiero"
How strange to be living in a foreign country again. How much trouble can I get into here? We’ll see…
Ok, so small town girl meets big city…My trip started off well enough, in NYC I met a women (who I sat with on the flight to Panama) from Venezuala. She was a total entrepreneur and we passed the time deciding how best I could make a living in South America. She proposed English/Dance classes where I would teach the some sort of combo English and hip-hop or salsa lessons. I however was thinking more practically along the lines of flip-cup/English lessons. Really it is an ideal situation if you think about it for a variety of reasons:
1. Alcohol loosens up your tongue so you are better able to make use of it (in terms of language pronunciation of course)
2. Competition promotes a feeling of cameraderie among teammates that would make them more comfortable speaking.
3. All players must speak in English and they would learn one of the most important things in any language how to insult and talk trash to others. I tell you my genius just doesn’t stop. Really like I said an ideal situation.
