The weekend where I tried to go out, and I failed...

So, the theme for the weekend was all about going out and living it up in BsAs Argentine style (aka staying out until the sun comes up dancing the night away until you don't need to take a cab home because the buses aren't sketchy anymore). The part where I failed was the fact that I stayed out not dancing all night, but eating pizza, or fighting off Brazilians. All I wanted to do was dance, like the dane cook joke... but that did not once happen. To start, I went to Bellagamba, one of our favorite local bars, and spent the night sharing funny life stories with other friends. The night is always interesting if you're at Bellagamba. First, the bar never had americans, other than us. Second, I'm pretty sure the reason there aren't americans is because it's in once, possibly the sketchiest part of the city. Needless to say, at one point, there were a group of Brazilians that were saying very unnecessary things to one of the girls in our group. This is the part where I was scared for my life. The reason I was scared is because one of the guys in our group decided to teach that dirty mouthed brazilian a lesson. He took the brazilians phone and sent text messages in spanish to all the girls in the address book with things as strange as I have AIDS, you should get examined, to other even worse and unimaginable things. About the time that I saw the Brazilian receiving lots of messages, I suggested that we might want to head out. The next night, I went to see Young Frankenstein with Ashley (there will be a post abotu that later), and afterwards I ended up in a bar called jobs, which is nothing more than Chuckee Cheeses for grown boys. I was forced to watch the boys shoot arrows, throw darts, play playstation, and pool for hours. My goal was to dance, and I knew that we should leave early in order to get to a club and have a chance at getting in. The boys didn't want to leave of course, they were having too much fun!! Needless to say, the clubs were all packed by then time I drug them out by their toenails, and I ended up in a small group wandering the cold streets lost until someone hailed a cab and demanded the taxi driver to take us to a 24 hour pizza place. We spent the remainder of our nigth about 6 am eating pizza... no dancing involved. I am disappointed. I am going to give it another try next weekend. I'm determined to have one successful night of dancing argentine style :)