Today is the last day of our trip. So sad. Later we will be going to the spa for a relaxing and cheap massage and facial. I hope it will help me not get pissed off at the airport, which I invariably do. But Homeland Security isn't running this charade, so at least I can keep my shoes and socks on and don't have to put all my liquids in a 1 QT plastic bag.
Last night I completed the last item on my list of things that I had to do here. It was dance all night with the Argentines. Though we were with a big group, Amy and I got separated and since she was much much more inebriated than I, I felt responsible for making sure she didn't die. I looked for her a lot which meant I circled the club at least six times. Though I had heard of the aggressiveness of the portenos, I really hadn't figured on their persistence. Everyone wants a kiss, even if you've never even heard their name yet. One guy I passed I said "no" to the first time. The second time he grabbed my hand as I passed. The third time he grabbed my arm and actually pulled me backwards towards him. The fourth time I said "fuck off." That apparently translates well to all languages. Other various men grabbed my ass at least five times, grabbed my hand at least a dozen times, groped my arm or back oh, let's say eight times, but really who is counting? One man was successful in actually kissing my hand. Luckily I don't speak enough Spanish to understand what I'm sure were the vulgar or desperate come-ons. So ladies if you need a date IMMEDIATELY, I suggest flying to Argentina. The boys were at least cute, but be prepared to put out before you hit the dance floor.
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