Phew. It is sunday at 4:45 pm and I am still recovering from last night! the porteños sure know how to party. While i was enjoying ladies’ night, Cassidy was out with some new friends who go to Denver, including Elena. Lucky for the two of us, Elena (not my mom and not my big - a third relevant Elena in my life) lives in Belgrano, so the three of us took the metro to Palermo, which is the cool trendy area that us youngsters are likely to frequent. After a taxing day of brunching, buying jewelry and exploring, we were ready. We met up with more of Elena’s Denver friends, plus our dear Tulane friend Jordan.
After a gourmet meal of some tomatoes, cheese and vodka con Speed (Argentina’s red bull), we bar hopped in Palermo for a while then cabbed to Terrazas del Este, the infamous boliche everyone has recommended to us. Boliche = the porteño word for nightclub, basically. Keep in mind that at this point it is at LEAST 2am - if you go any earlier you are a total square. I sat shotgun and befriended the cab driver, of course. I’ve learned to take advantage of every possible chance to converse with the locals - they’re such a great resource not only for improving your Spanish, but also to learn more about the cool places to go/see/do/try in this crazy city.
When we arrived, we thought the driver had taken a wrong turn. It’s super far away from everything else and is in a big warehouse looking place. To get in, you must pay 100 pesos, which is $8.33 USD if you exchange your benjamins at the right place. This fee includes a ticket for one free beer, but I’m about 62% sure that the beer they served would not be approved by the FDA.. que feo. It’s really nice that we don’t have to worry about getting carded here. One less thing to worry about (not that I have anything to worry about whatsoever). The place is absolutely enormous. There are several different bars and dance floors with separate DJs. The largest one features strobe lights (to my dismay)… for a portion of the night I considered putting on my sunglasses.. jajaja. However, it is safe to say we all killed it on the dance floor and had an amazing time!
One of the main things people warned me about the BA nightlife is how aggressive the boys can be. In my experience, they were all pretty friendly, but one did approach me with rather intense sentiments. This was when Elena’s friend Griff came in the clutch and pretended to be my devoted novio. Thank you Griff. I owe ya one.
Elena and I were two of the last of our friends still standing. I finally threw in the towel and cabbed home to Belgrano decently early. Oh, and when I say early, I mean early in the morning. When I say early in the morning, I mean 7am. Of course, when I walked through the door, sweet mama Elena greeted me with a giant glass of water and a smile. God bless that woman. I’m starting to think she never sleeps! I on the other hand have hardly moved, except to shower and eat the leftover empanadas Elena reheated for me. I’m going to have to join a gym before I have to buy a second seat on the plane ride home! But for now, I shall savor this down time.
Until my next adventure, ciao for now besos xoxoxoxo
jajajaja
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