Weekends rock
Friday
Fondue at the program director’s house- cheese for lunch, then dulce de leche and chocolate for dessert. The program director is the most ballin’ man on the planet and has the cutest boyfriend of all time who cooks all the meals.
Somewhere/ Nowhere - exposition of the work of Felix Gonzales Torres
Hurried from fondue heaven to guided tour at the MALBA. On it’s own, FGT’s work is unintelligible. A room full of candy in shiny wrappers? It does mean something profound, believe me. Also, all of his work can be taken or eaten. Two exhibits had candy. Another had posters that we could take home. My favorite piece of all was “(Perfect lovers)”. The work features two clocks that started running at the same time. They stay synchronized until eventually battery duration makes one run slower than the other. Another piece was the “Go-Go Dancing Platform” where every day a man in a go go dancer’s outfit comes and dances for a bit at random hours. We didn’t get to see him, and I really wanted to camp out until he came….
Gallery Nights
At the end of every months, the city hosts Gallery Nights in the galleries of Retiro and Recoleta. I went with my buddy Francisco, and we walked around for about an hour, trying to find the free champagne. The art was pretty decent, too. Afterwards, we went to his house and I persuaded his mom to show me embarrassing pictures of him as a child.
Saturday
Went to the Jardin Botanico with Estelle. We sat on a bench under a tree. After sitting for a few minutes, we heard a mewing up in the tree- it was a little kitten! We (and a few Argentines) tried to get it to come down, but it was 1. too nervous or 2. liked having us climb up on benches and almost die trying to get it down. Beautiful day. The most perfect spring day I have ever experienced.
At night, Estelle, Sophie and I went to Carolina’s house to celebrate her new apartment. We talked about everything- boys, sex, bad words. Then, while using the bathroom, I broke the thing that connects the handle to the flushing mechanism. By this time, Caro and I were wicked drunk, and decided that we wanted to fix the toilet with a stapler and tape. Obviously didn’t work, but we had a lot of drunken fun anyway. She also showed us the Flogger Dance. (Floggers, or Foto Loggers, are a tribe (tribu) of kids that make up the Buenos Aires scene.) Then I showed the Argentines how to juke Chicago style. My, I miss the juking chains of highschool…. At about 5 am we all stumbled home, dreading the inevitable hangovers.
Sunday
Spent a hangover/rainy/fat day at Carolina’s. Both of us had headaches, so we spent 5 hours watching television and eating a mountain of food. Carolina is a great friend and a lot of fun to be around, even when we’re just being stupid and hanging out.
