You've been Tango'd

I wake up. I have a hangover. My head doesn't hurt. My stomach is settled. But my brain is mashed and refuses to engage. I spend the day attempting to do menial odd jobs like getting cash from a cash point (my mobile doesn't work in Argentina so I have to buy a phone card, find a public phone, etc...). Everything takes brain effort, everything takes an extraordinary amount of time.

In the evening I suit up in my new white shirt as we're going to a Tango dinner show for 160 pesos. It's a lovely looking ritzy restaurant with a theatrical stage at one end, complete with lighting rigs. I order steak and salad and boy is that what I get! One of the biggest slabs of meat I've ever seen (except when I visit the bathroom, obviously!) and it's grilled to perfection. Once served the show starts. There are musicians at the rear (Pianist, Double Bass, Accordion and a Violinist) and the show consists of singing, musical interludes and of course, dancing. It is most excellant. By the time it finishes (long after dinner) everyone loves it and everyone wants Tango dance lessons.

We leave at midnight and we all pile into the Dark bar (a goth bar) next to our hotel. The aging owners know they'd be foolish to turn down such a sudden influx of custom. As much as they'd like to do otherwise they stay up serving until 05:00. It was noted that Michelle always looks possessed in photos, especially when you zoom in to her eyes! It was a good chatty night and a couple of good quotes were said:

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"Do you want to share a massive one?" - Fran

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"I don't like it, it's not on my i-pod" - Nick

The old girl behind the bar seemed to have no fore thought, for all the beers were kept upstairs and she would insist on retrieving them one by one. Not such a problem, only it took her so much effort to climb up and down them you felt guilty ordering one - she always looked as if she would carc it of a heart attack at any minute! Ulp, sorry!

The night ended when Isi and I leave for pizza.

Posted by Steve Eynon