Friday:

We woke up late the next day but didn’t feel too badly.  A couple double espressos put us on our way and we did a few walking tours.  One of the funny moments of the day was running into Dash’s colleague from B of A on the subway.  Pretty big coincidence, and the guy from B of A seemed completely shocked.  Dash basically just said "Hey!" and asked how things were going, pretty much like he would have done if they had met at the water cooler in the office.

The walking tours were Recoletta and some other area. 

This is where Madonna sang something from her balcony when she was practicing for her role in the Evita movie.

After the Recoletta walking tour we went to the cemetery.  It’s quite famous and there are a lot of well-known people buried there (Eva Peron, among others).  The cemetery was actually fairly interesting.  A good friend of ours coincidentally was buried there and we payed homage to him.  For some reason, we didn't believe this to truly be him because we had seen him in the last few years roaming around NYC, but you never know for sure with ghosts and masks and stuff in this day and age.  Perhaps the man we saw adopted a dead man's identity.  The tombstone was of Marco Avellaneda.

There are a bunch of cats that live in the cemetery so we took about 40 pictures of Jon with the cats.  Here's a sampling.  Meow!

After our afternoon nap, we went to dinner at a place called Central.  This might have been the best meal of the trip.  It was like a nice restaurant in Soho in NYC.  Very nice atmosphere and just a fantastic meal.  Nice wine again.  

The conversation was a good one as well.  Not sure what it was about but it was one of those great conversations between friends where you remember that you had the conversation and that it was great but not what it was about (it might have just been the wine though and the conversation wasn’t even that great).

We stopped at a bar near the restaurant for a Heiny and some Speed with vodka (their equivalent of Red Bull).

Afterward, we went to a bar called Shamrock that’s famous for being populated with ex-pats. 

It was a good bar; just the right number of people so that it was decently crowded but not hard to move around.  We didn’t have much luck for a while, but then Dash was getting a drink at the bar and an Argentine named Natalia just started talking with him (felt sorry for him??).  After a good conversation she had to go back to her friends and invited him to go over with her with the caveat being that he had to speak Spanish.  Of course, being shy, he stayed near the bar to avoid any chance of discomfort.  After a while, he wandered over to see her again.  Her friends looked on curiously as he spoke in English (they didn’t speak English at all).  Soon after they started talking, Jon came over.  He said that they should kiss.  Dash was kind of uncomfortable, but after a bit they started kissing.  Natalia had to leave after a while, but not after they kissed for five minutes or so.  Dash looked like he certainly enjoyed it!  Unfortunately, Jon didn’t take any pictures; he was saving the gigabyte of memory (500 to 100 pictures) for all the other great shots we got during the trip. 

After Natalia left (she gave Dash her number), Jon was in the mood for a strip club.  And you know what they say, "When Jon wants to go to a strip club..."  So we asked a cab driver to bring us to a strip club.  The first one he brought us to was absolutely terrible.  Jon walked in and promptly rejected it.  The second strip club was also terrible, but at least we made it into the door.  The girls at the club were very forthright.  They came up and wanted to talk, but it just wasn’t interesting.  After killing some time at the club, we went home and slept for 7 or 8 minutes.