revolutionaries and drunkards^2

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friday, the last friday of classes, so its clearly a sweeter friday than next friday will be. class was aright, we watched the last segment of the Motorcycle Diaries, which was sad, because it was when Che realized life sucks, and only through (communist) revolution will Latin America be not shitty (as you know from history, his dreams were never realized, as he died in the basement of a campesino school at the hands of a drunkard Bolivian Army officer, in '67).

we also discussed the Olympics some, broadening our vocabulary with names for all the obscure sports, and positing who will win the most medals.

after class we wandered around that neighborhood looking for a bar with the Olympics on, for the opening ceremony. unfortunately, no matter how many times i will bitch about sitting at giant tables of 20 American kids in a bar, and how many people will agree with me exclaiming "youre right Dan, these unwieldy tables serve to isolate conversation and complicate the bill, we should indeed sit at different tables, the cliques develop at the big table anyways, you are so smart and great, and super awesome, we should always listen to you" (or something like that) we STILL WOUND UP WITH A LONG TABLE OF AMERICAN KIDS.

anyways we watched the opening ceremony on a 24 inch tv from 10m away, while the screen struggled to put us all into a seizure, drank more crappy Argentine beer, and ate peanuts and those salty fried things they always give you at bars here. we cut out to go home for dinner, hung out and planned for meeting at the Karaoke bar.

luckily this bar was in our neighborhood so we could walk there, and drink some, i never got drunk enough to sing, or dance for that matter, so i held down the fort and made sure no lil gypsy kids snuck in and stole anyones shit, unfortunately the guy who got his backpack jacked, and his phone stolen, and almost robbed again, managed to lose his jacket, with his wallet in it. so yeah, this asshat has nothing but his US passport, no jacket, no backpack, no wallet, no credit/debit cards, no cash, its actually pretty funny. he kinda put himself in the situations in which his shit got gone, so you neednt worry for my safety.

the girls in our group were the most excited to sing, and managed to turn the ENTIRE bar against us when they sang Beyonces "Single Ladies" they didnt let us up there anymore after that.