I went Christmas Shopping today for LB in and around Plaza Serrano, in Palermo Soho. The streets were buzzing with girls in short skirts doing last-minute shopping, couples holding hands, tons of vendors drinking mate and smoking, a thousand bottles of Quilmes + Brahma at virtually every single table outside in the square.
As for me, I was doing my thang. I really enjoy buying gifts for people. I do my best to think of them and channel their desires + energies, to try and match what they're feeling with what I'm looking at. When something feels really good, I just buy it if I can. Well, we'll see how good my channeling was after the 25th.
After bringing home gifts, and a bag full of tortilla español, peanut butter granola bars + pudin from Esquina de las flores, Erika and I ate snacks, drank mate and watched an episode of "Yakitate Japan" one of my fave anime series. It's dorky I know, but there's some great shit out there, some of it, very clever and postmodern.
Finally we took the Subte to Belgrano and walked to Don Bar, where we met some of our friends outside on the terrace, and LB and I ate Arroz con Mariscos (though the Peruvians do it better, I have to say), Shrimp Linguini, Calamari Rebozado + an exquisite hot brownie dessert that literally melted in your mouth. The conversation was fantastic, but our Friend Anna was moving back to Sweden soon, giving the night a lot of silent gravitas.
God, what a beautiful tattoo. Whose arm is that, anyway? Oh, that's right, it's mine.
As we were walking to the colectivo stop, we stopped and laughed at this sign. For those of you that haven't cracked open your Spanish textbook yet, it says: this is a new traffic light that we installed for you. Respect it, motherfucker. Okay, it didn't say motherfucker, but it might as well have. The reason this sign is funny is because:
1. Porteños don't respect anything that doesn't come in a baby stroller, least of all, a stop light
2. It's only because Porteños don't respect stop lights that they put this sign up in the first place
3. Even after putting this sign up, Porteños still won't respect it
We took a colectivo home, and I was amazed at how many people were still out at 3 in the morning, drinking and chatting. I saw couples sitting on stoops, too-mature-for-their-own-good teenagers standing in line at night clubs, whole groups of people hanging out at pizzerias, hiply-dressed 20 somethings hailing taxis to go to the next great thing. Today was hot and humid, loud and furious, and basically perfect in between.