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Saturday morning
Just a sweet little American breakfast...minus the bacon. I did cook the eggs to purrrrfection though It is almost 9pm and I am sitting here trying to get dry after being caught, unprepared, in a lovely winter thunderstorm. It is 9pm and I am suffering from a coffee hangover due to too much consumption of the thick hot stuff that has turned into the most important part of my diet It is 9pm and I am sitting here thinking about dinner...should it be chocolate with havelnuts, everything bagels or Kraft Mac and Cheese (the spiral kind)?
For anyone who has tried in vain to purchase these items here in Buenos Aires you know that you are going to keep coming up with nuttin. These items...well....they are American. (Not South American, American, but United Statesian American) There are American things here that Argentinians have never heard of. Like peanut butter. And maybe they have heard of peanut butter but it never occured to them that they can spread it on bread with jelly. And still there are other American things here...such as Tabasco sauce and Bush Baked Beans. But the blue box with the neon orange pasta that makes every American kid drool, you can´t find. And although there is a huge Jewish population here they don´t
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can it get any better? make bagels.
And now here I am with tons of the things that I have been craving for 5 months and I don´t know what to do with them. Where do I start? Maybe I will combine the chocolate, mac ´n´cheese and bagels and make a cassarole. Or maybe I will just lay them all out on the table and gaze at them. Too affraid to eat all of them.
Yesterday a family friend came through. I met her and the group she was here with for dinner. I asked her to bring some bagels, mac and cheese and a chocolate bar. I was thinking 3 bagels, a box of pasta and a bar of chocolate. What I got was two HUGE bags of food. Not only did I get food. I got a piece of home. Rickie brought some of the things. Her friend Rose Mary and Jennifer volunteered to bring the other things. Rose Mary and Jennifer were so sweet to me. At the end of dinner I felt like I just a couple of hours earlier I had walked into a room of strangers and was now saying good bye to three of my mothers.
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at Remember the Alamo, a bar where all the Americans go with free beer for girls and amazing hamburgers!!!!
Me, Jenya, and Jennie (Jennie is English but she was being a good sport by celebrating our freedom) Rickie also brought a small package from my own Mama. I opened it in the taxi ride home. What was inside of the garish padded envelope was about 6 beautiful beautiful beautiful hankerchiefs. Delicate white linen hankies, rose covered hankies, embroidered hankies. The note enclosed said "Don´t forget to blow your nose". My mom has always complained that I never like anything she gives me. In the taxi my eyes blurred with tears. Here was the perfect gift. Not only was my mom yet AGAIN reminding me to blow my nose (something she always tells me to do) but she was giving me one of my favorite things in the world. Hankerchiefs. And they were the most beautiful hankerchiefs I have ever seen. The kind that I am always searching for but can find only once in a blue blue moon. And here I was given so many of them.
Sometimes it hurts when you get such great presents. Not only did it hurt to get all of these things but I couldn´t help but wonder what I could have possibly done to deserve all of these perfect things.
...Later last night...
After I gave a
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Me eating the BEST burger I have ever had. The pattie was so thick I couldnt bite into the whole thing round of goodbyes and a ZILLION kisses I went home and stashed my loot and then jumped back into a taxi. This time heading out for something that has been until now unknown to me....the seedy underbelly of the sex industry in Buenos Aires. In other words a high end strip club for women called
Golden. After I shelled out my $45 pesos (i was left with 20 cents) I was escorted to a table with a group of my girlfriends..Jennie, Jenya and Jenya´s roomate Daffnie. In the large bar women of all different ages, shapes and sizes were WHOOPIN it up and dancing to music. They were cheerin´on a blonde beefcakes in white underwear and black Reebok Hightops (the kind old ladies wear). I wrinkled my nose when I sat down. Jennie quickly informed me that this was just the hightime entertainment. The REAL entertainment was on break. She then squeeled "They go full montey!!!!!!" Meaning, "they get completely naked!!!" Half scared I asked her "Do they have erections?" I was slightly releaved with her answer....they did.
The next hour I was entertained by men with great bodies and mostly ugly faces show of their BAD dance moves.
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Jenya and I...the Americans in our group There were military men that stripped down to tight little underpants that were sky blue and white striped (like the Argentine flag) and on their crotch were smiling suns (also, like on the flag). There was the cowboy, a Rock Hudson type (he was mixing martinis before a girl from the audience "rung a doorbell" and came to his apartment. *wink wink* There was the magician who didnt really do any tricks and the business man who took a shower on stage before going to work.
And yes, the men did get fully naked and yes, they did have erections. But there was something wrong with these erections....they touched their navels they were so big! Yes, these boys were wearing falsies!!!!
These men had hot bods and some of them had unreal buttocks but they also had back acne, hairy bums, and weird marks on their bodies. They were shockingly human...and what was worse...they couldnt dance. The women. The women in the audience were the best part. At all times they were egging the men on. Saying dirty things to them. Ojbectifying them. Dancing to the music. Laughing. Hanging out with their girlfriends.
After the show we
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Look at how patriotic I am....Vanessa this is one is special for you. left....and at the perfect time. Outside was a line of men waiting to get into the strip club, now turned dance club. And what a perfect scheme. For 4 hours a huge group of women has been looking at men grinding, bouncing, and flexing naked. Looking at the crowd of men I was glad we werent staying.
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kittafer
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I cannot believe...
...that Kraft Dinner, that manna from heaven, that golden sustenance upon which our great nation was built, is not available to the entire WORLD, let alone our Argentine cousins. This is an outrage! Care package on the way. Kraft Dinner. The Stranger. Peanut butter (do you like crunchy or ... suave?) I'll think of other things to send. Any requests from Oly town, sis?