Navidad en BsAs

People and books kept telling us that December 24th was a big party night in Buenos Aires. Determined not to miss out on the fun I arranged, through Grant at whatsupbuenosaires to have a table reserved at the Buenos Aires outpost of Crobar. Along for the ride were a couple Californians, a representative from the Windy City and a Brit. After having some champagne at Lucy's (from Coventry) apartment and ultimately failing to eat any dinner (I know I know) we started the night out around 2.00A at the always crowded Janio on Plaza Viejo. After downing more champagne, among other things, we finally headed to the club around 3.45A. Upon arrival we were ushered through the gate (and around the metal detectors) and taken to our table in the VIP area.

Argentines don't particularly like to dance, what they do like is plastic surgery. There were a slew of enhanced women hanging on the arms of men with too much hair. Every once in a while the crowd would away to the music, but it wasn't until sometime after 6.00A that people really picked up the dancing. For most of the time leading up to that the clubgoers tried to look pretty and sized up everyone around them. For some people this might be a problem, for me it was fine. I sat back, enjoyed more champagne, and was amused all the way until I finally left the premises around 7.15A. I would describe the night in more detail, but this is a family blog after all. (Meaning my mother looks at it)

After finally returning to consciousness around 2.00P Christmas day I stumbled out into the streets looking for a lunch that would help me banish the men with hammers inside my head. The streets were relatively deserted and nothing was open, my Jew Sense started to tingle and it lead me down Avenida Cordoba to the first open restaurant I could find, not surprisingly, a Chinese restaurant. Feeling quite comfortable I negotiated for spring rolls, shrimp crackers, curry chicken, and beef with bok choy to go.

Since it was now OK to go on living, we headed into Recoleta for what turned out to be a very pleasant few hours with our new expat friends from California and Australia. Christmas is not a big deal for me, other than it is an opportunity to be with family, which is what I've always done. Seeing as I was thousands of miles from my flesh and blood, I was grateful for the invitation to spend a few hours with people that I like. The Aussies next stop on their world tour is the Big Apple, and I can think of at least one destination for a Spurs fan visiting our lovely city.