basement hangouts

8712 after sleeping till 230, we got up and farted around the apartment till we had to meet up for the dinner and (as described) tango show at 645. we were to meet at the same hotel, we tried taking the bus, which was an easy and inexpensive ride, but it dumped us off a lil late, we rolled in at 7, BUT all was well cause the bus was like 45 minutes late. so the place was in a basement it looked like a wine cellar, but i think it was engineered to be that way, it didnt look as old as it was trying to look, another touristy type place, little did i know we would get a clusterfuck of Argentine culture that evening. started with dinner, obviously i went with the veal cutlet, and the appropriate Argentine drink to pair it with. the meat was aright, prolly cheaper than what i could have gotten back home, but not necessarily better. for desert i had Peras al Malbec, pears boiled in wine, it was very tasty. after another few minutes, the show started. it opened up with standard tango dancing, the men in their fancy suits (though one seemed to have a faulty cufflink that he adjusted every 45 seconds), the women in flowy sidecut revealing dresses. the dancing was cool, clearly alot of choreography/timing goes into it, as i could see it going horribly awry with a single misstep. there was an upright bass, piano, two violins and an accordion playin the music for said dancing. the next bit was an Evita singing, the people really did love that lady. with people waving flags and handkerchiefs. then came out 4 camposinos, one on drum, another guitar, another miniguitar? (ukeletar? guilele?) and another on varous lutes and flutes, and shakers. their music was interesting, and then a guy came out with spinning noise maker things. they looked like bolas, maybe used for catching particularly insubordinate cows? anyways he spun them, so they just hit the ground, and made a clicking sound, along with the music, and he put on a show. again timing seemed to be very important, with a catastrophe waiting with each misstep. AND THEN some ancient accordionist came out, with some apprentices (thats how you learn to play the accordion right? through apprenticeship?) and the dancers came out and danced somemore, then everyone came out and there was a song with dancing, and it ended, and they kicked us out. we hopped the bus back to the hotel, and then me and the other 4 guys, and 2 of the girls wandered around looking for a bar to have a drink in to end the night. however we walked alot before finding a bar. i was growing despondent. again i say, Buenos Aires has no obvious downtown, or bar area or shopping area or eating area or anything id expect in a big city. there are bars and eateries, and malls n stuff, but they are all in disparate locations. anyways shortly before i ran out of patience and hailed a cab we stumbled onto a place called Unplugged, which specializes in 80s music, awesome. we walked in, and they asked if we speak English (is it that obvious?) and how many were in our party, being 7, they said theyd open the downstairs for us. we went downstairs, had a cute waitress, and proceeded to have a few drinks and play lame drinking games. round 230, we headed home, and went to bed. tomorrow (today lol) is independence day in Argentina, so we will see whatsup.