Oh Jenny, You Came And You Found Me A Turkey

Tracy, Tyler, and I didn't get our act together in time to go see Vampire Weekend.  The show was starting quite early, and we still had to go out for really terrible sushi, so we pulled the plug.  It was sixty-five bucks a ticket anyway, there's no way I'd pay that much to see them in Calgary.  I don't like their music, so there's that, too.  Instead, we went to La Cigale to check out some local bands and wash the awful sushi taste out of our mouths with Jameson's.  The bands weren't too good, and we were about to get a cab to the suburbs for karaoke when we ran into the dude who had DJ'd (DJed? deejayed?) between bands at Plasma the night before.  We followed him and his pals up the street to a 3 story club in a converted mansion.  There was one table that was just a bunch of big holes in the floor.  You sit in a hole and the floor becomes a table.  The future is now, people!

Sunday was a day of rest.  After a bit of souvenir shopping at the Defensa Street market, we spent the evening eating Chinese food and watching trashy movies on TV.  Tyler and Tracy left on Monday, and I began the final countdown to my Special Lady Friend's arrival.  Jen and I started dating in June, and have now been apart for longer than we were together before I ran away to play expat.  I don't think we could have made it without Skype.  She gets here on Friday morning, and I will have ten days to show her the highlights of Buenos Aires, buy her a zebra hoodie, and enjoy conversations that aren't cut off by my crappy internets.  Then, it's time to go home.  I miss my friends and family, and need to get back before my niece and nephews forget who I am.  Also, I'm flying standby on Tyler's passes, and if I don't make it out of here by the 21st of February I'll be stuck until April at least.  Just like old times!