Dearest Journal,
Today marks my first true day in Buenos Aires. Meaning, of course, that Ive been awake for more than twenty-four hours and am now putting the story down for posterity on a keyboard which is second best to fucking incomprehensible to me. Chevere. Vale. Lets work from last to first: cab ride with kindly old Argentino telling second-hand stories about the Peron regime, early morning Mickey-Ds stop-off spent having a broken conversation in several languages and hitting on women with muscled boyfriends, long fucking drive punctuated by some impromptu drumming on my part to the sweet sounds of Bob Marley, smoking an L on the delta of the Rio de la Plata (the scenery of which takes something from me, and gives me insight into Los Porteos in return), respectful goodbye from an Argentine gangster, tense conversation with an Argentine gangster about where I lived in Los Angeles, long fucking drive punctuated by jokes half-understood and all the funnier for it, drinking (on my part) and dancing (on their part), drinking (on their part) and dancing (on my part), me completely forgetting that I want nothing to do with the Eighties and that I have several good friends from Egypt, Cyndi Laupers "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" comes on the stereo system followed by "Walk Like An Egyptian", pulled up some chairs to the birthday table, are invited to the birthday table by the birthday boys sister, start having a broken conversation with some Argentines and some Godknowswhatethniciticeos, Elise leaves, pedantic and uncomfortable conversation with Elise centering around drugs and unspeakable sex acts, Elise and I arrive at La Cigale, Elises roommate leaves for home, we walk the streets of San Telmo, the burrito is fucking good, Elise and her roommate take me to the only Mexican restaurant in Buenos Aires, Elises roommate joins us, I meet Elise for the first time outside of a bar called "The End of the World", I get a lot of looks for rocking the white tie with a white shirt, I leave my room at the nonchalant little French hotel Im staying at, I sweat my fucking life fluids through my pores getting ready, whilst listening to Ol Dirty Bastard I say to myself "Hmm, maybe I should shimmy shimmy ya...". And thats it for now, sweetest diary.
Love and unicorns,
El Cypriano
Today marks my first true day in Buenos Aires. Meaning, of course, that Ive been awake for more than twenty-four hours and am now putting the story down for posterity on a keyboard which is second best to fucking incomprehensible to me. Chevere. Vale. Lets work from last to first: cab ride with kindly old Argentino telling second-hand stories about the Peron regime, early morning Mickey-Ds stop-off spent having a broken conversation in several languages and hitting on women with muscled boyfriends, long fucking drive punctuated by some impromptu drumming on my part to the sweet sounds of Bob Marley, smoking an L on the delta of the Rio de la Plata (the scenery of which takes something from me, and gives me insight into Los Porteos in return), respectful goodbye from an Argentine gangster, tense conversation with an Argentine gangster about where I lived in Los Angeles, long fucking drive punctuated by jokes half-understood and all the funnier for it, drinking (on my part) and dancing (on their part), drinking (on their part) and dancing (on my part), me completely forgetting that I want nothing to do with the Eighties and that I have several good friends from Egypt, Cyndi Laupers "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" comes on the stereo system followed by "Walk Like An Egyptian", pulled up some chairs to the birthday table, are invited to the birthday table by the birthday boys sister, start having a broken conversation with some Argentines and some Godknowswhatethniciticeos, Elise leaves, pedantic and uncomfortable conversation with Elise centering around drugs and unspeakable sex acts, Elise and I arrive at La Cigale, Elises roommate leaves for home, we walk the streets of San Telmo, the burrito is fucking good, Elise and her roommate take me to the only Mexican restaurant in Buenos Aires, Elises roommate joins us, I meet Elise for the first time outside of a bar called "The End of the World", I get a lot of looks for rocking the white tie with a white shirt, I leave my room at the nonchalant little French hotel Im staying at, I sweat my fucking life fluids through my pores getting ready, whilst listening to Ol Dirty Bastard I say to myself "Hmm, maybe I should shimmy shimmy ya...". And thats it for now, sweetest diary.
Love and unicorns,
El Cypriano