Friday:

Friday was pretty low-key during the day.  I think both of us were tired after more than a week of horrible sleep and lots of drinking.  Dash said that he looked like death warmed over.  There's a good story related to that cup of fresh squeezed orange juice that Jon is drinking.  It goes something like this.  We are walking around the Plaza and I say to Jon, "You know what I really miss, that fresh squeezed orange juice that you could get on the street in Costa Rica for about fifty cents."  A split second later, Jon sees a lady squeezing oranges and selling cups of juice.  His face lights up and he's like, "Holy shit!"  And then he realized... as you should too...

We had lunch at Katrine, which is supposed to be a great Scandinavian place.  It wasn’t that great though.  Dash really hated it and we didn’t order well either.  We then went to the Evita museum and that was really boring.  We got the point in less than 5 minutes, but we stayed about 45 minutes.  We stopped by one of the many great ice cream shops for a snack.

That night we went to another tango show.  Just before the show Jon got an empanada.  The show was more professional than the one the night before, but not that great.  It seemed fake in some way.  Dash tipped way more than he should have.  He got mad at Jon for pointing it out and tried to come up with all kinds of excuses as to why he did it.

After that we went to a bar near Shamrock and met some Argentine girls that were kind of nice.  Dash really liked one of them that looked like Penelope Cruz, only better.

It was clear that they weren’t going to be interesting in hanging out for a long time though, if you know what I mean.  We went to Shamrock after the girls left, and we didn’t meet anyone, except these 3.

We did see some annoying people though and used the standard, :Push me into that guy!" routine.  Pretty funny, and it hasn’t caused us to get into a fight yet, although we’re both confident that it will someday.