Big night tonight for Anish and Tania's (twins from Conneticut) birthday. Going to some bar/restaurant in Puerto Madero (BA equivalent of Docklands). Means I get to skip a meal in the flat and not get interrogated on the subjunctive and las preguntas retoricas (which I singularly failed to spot during the previous night's meal much to the amusement of my Argentinian family)
Booked some more lessons for Friday with Pablo. He is a great laugh.
So I turned up fashionably late for dinner. 1030pm. And was the first to arrive. Went up to the man on the door and asked in my best Español if there was a reservation under the name of Allen. You don't need to understand much Spanish to understand the proceedings...
Steve: "¿Tiene una reservación por Allen?"
Hombre: "¿E?" (you'll note, he couldn't even be arsed to say "Qué" or "Perdon")
Steve: "El appellido es Allen. A-L-L-E-N"
Hombre: "¿Andrews?"
Steve: "No, A-L-L-E-N"
Hombre: "No hay una por Alem"
Steve: "No. A-L-L-E-N"
Hombre: "Claro, Allen"
Steve: "¡Sì!"
Hombre: "No"
The others turned up later on but we couldn't get in. Went for a nice Italian next door and then to a bar I went to on day one. Time flew, made small talk. Got back at 3AM. Homework not started.
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