Monday, July 30, 2007

Shop therapy

So things haven’t gone exactly as planned. In fact, nothing is turning out the way I wanted to but I’m skeptical enough to be mentally prepared for most catastrophes. With so many uncertainties up in the air, I considered and reconsidered all my options and finally picked up a rental at the airport this afternoon. I drove exactly a quarter of a mile across the street into the Las Vegas

outlet for some much needed shopping therapy. Nothing is bad enough that a pair of nice shoes and some cute dresses can’t fix. I had thoughts about driving to the Hoover Dam in my brand new PT Cruiser convertible but the hot sun made me change my destination to the pool party at Rehab, a hot spot at the Hard Rock. For some random luck I walked straight, no waiting in line like the rest of the people. I took one look at the loud, obnoxious young crowd and left for the Tao beach at the Venetian. VIP parties are easy to get into as long as you have the right connections. I don’t know anyone out here in Vegas but I did meet someone with a green card for all the hot parties in town. The tiny VIP pool was packed with gorgeous fake people. I wasn’t sure the exact purpose of life guards with so much silicone around. To be continued…

Thursday, July 26, 2007

On the Road: Pictures from Mars

April and I left Rochester at 1am Wednesday morning. We drove through the rain storm in Penn. and by dinner time we met up with her uncle in Omaha. I was hoping for some good steak but we went to Chili's instead. I felt pretty good after dinner so we decided to continue driving and maybe get a place for the night outside of Denver. By the time April woke up we were well into Colorado and I was more awake than ever even without any energy drinks. April is terribly afraid to drive through the steep mountains so I drove across the whole state on my own at 3am. The yellow “scenic viewpoint” signs on the side of the road reminded us what we were missing in the dark. The night went by quickly. We crossed into Utah as the sun came up behind us. After switching into the passenger seat I slept for half hour or so before driving so more. There were no signs of life in Utah. If a UFO landed there the aliens would think earth is uninhabited by any life forms. Some parts reminded me of the drive between Bariloche and Calafate in Patagonia or pictures from Mars. We finally pulled into Las Vegas at 6pm local time. The whole trip felt much shorter than I anticipated. After a much needed shower we headed to the buffet!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Cross Country

Since my friend April is moving to Arizona I agreed to drive there with her and stop by Las Vegas for few days. The whole trip is about 2500 miles, 36 hours.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Music Festival

Crowds gathered at the music festival in Frontier Field.
King George with his guitar player here in Rochester celebrating his 67th birthday.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

I’d rather be at a milonga

The names change, faces remain the same. The young hip, well-dressed, made-up night crawlers are everywhere in the East End, Monroe Ave. and St. Paul district. I was never aware how many of them are there in the city of Rochester. Tonight I was one of them in my red mini dress and gold high heels, but I couldn’t have been more out of place. I should fit right for being 23 but in truth I felt terribly old the last time I went a year ago. Bars are only fun when you go under age, as soon as I turned 18 the party was over and when 21 rolled around I only enjoyed going to events where the average age exceeds 50: milongas, plays and classical/jazz concerts and independent films. Tonight I was everywhere and nowhere. Really wish I could drink at times.

Saturday, July 21, 2007


Thanks to Dave and Dave I’m becoming an avid soccer fan. Now I watch all the major MLS and international tournaments and the Distillery is turning into my home base for watching soccer games. I’m such a big drinker, can barely finish a diet coke during a 90-minute game. I’m sure they just love to see me at the bar. I went to my third Rhinos game this afternoon. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect. The game was average; we lost to Seattle 3:2. So far I have not yet seen a winning game, but the player promised that I will see one before the season ends. You know, the problem is that if he scored as often on the field as he does off the field we could have been the World Cup champion. Still I enjoy going to the games and have my ice cream. FIFA under 20 final tomorrow: Argentina vs. Czech. Any idea who I'll be cheering for? Whoever has the better steak, of course.

Friday, July 13, 2007

The Dirty Little Secret

Who doesn't love those online tests? Everyone craves to be known by someone else. So tonight I took some time to take the test to find out exactly what kind of lover I am. Here's the result! You tell me if you think it's accurate.

"Innocent but fundamentally sexual, like the word "finger". You are the Dirty Little Secret.

Few women have the confidence for sex mastery, and among nice girls, like you, it's almost unheard of. So congratulations. You've had plenty of adventures, but you've remained a kind, thoughtful person. Your friends appreciate your exploits. They even live vicariously through you.

Your exact female opposite:
The Wild Rose

Random Brutal Love Dreamer
You seek pleasure, but you're not irresponsible. You are organized and cautious, and you choose your lovers wisely. One, you don't like dirtbags. And two, you like to maintain control. Or at least lose it selectively. You might notice that older men single you out. They have an eye for your sensual nature. Take it as a compliment.

You enjoy making people happy, and it's inevitable that many guys will fall harder for you than you for them. You're not completely comfortable in a serious, long-term relationship right now. Our guess is that the key to extended happiness will be finding a responsible, but kinky, mate. "

Now your turn to take the test.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Short Thoughts

It's snowing in Buenos Aires. I miss everything about it. I have dreams about being there still.

People say alcohol impairs judgments. I don’t drink because I’m allergic to alcohol but does that mean I have better judgments? Absolutely not.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Busy Week

Last week:

I saw 4 movies: A Mighty Heart, Knocked up, Transformers and La Vie en Rose. A Mighty Heart was by far the best one, very heavy and intense. I can see why it’s not doing so well in the box office since most people prefer to see light comedies like Knocked Up, which is pretty enjoyable.

Went to a soccer game on Tuesday, Rhinos vs. Seattle. We lost but it was still a lot of fun to go with friends. I can’t wait to go again tomorrow.

Went to two beach/BBQ parties: Saturday and 4th of July party on Wednesday. Can’t swim but jet ski is a lot of fun and don’t ride with me unless you’ve got balls.

Gotten 15 mosquito bites on the beach.

Went to five bars: Pelicans, Table 7, Liquid, Bug Jar and Lux. I can’t believe they charged $7 cover for Bug Jar. I haven’t been there since I was under age and the cover was only $1.

Ate at seven restaurants: Mamasans (Vietnamese), Pattaya (Thai), Mykonos (Greek), Edibles (Eastern European), Distillery (Bar food), Pelino (Italian), and Paolo (Mexican).

Saw Diana Krall and Chris Botti live at the new Finger Lakes Performing Art Center or CMAC this evening. Front rolls seats for $100 a ticket. My Eastman jazz buddies would kill me if they see this. I covered my legs with heavy blanket to avoid any mosquito bites and it worked well other than people giving me weird looks because it’s 90 degrees out.

I’ve also started working out at the gym, although there aren’t any physical evidences yet, it makes me feel nice inside and that’s what counts, right?

At some point I want to learn how to play golf and shoot a gun this summer. So anyone out there wants to take me to the driving range or gun range I’m totally up for it.

Aaron moved to Seattle on Saturday. It was kind weird to get some of my old stuff from the house, things I haven't seen for years. We even found sauces from San Juan when we visited there 3 years ago! I know he will do great there. Can't wait to go visit and eat good food!

Sunday, July 1, 2007


Don't care what everyone else says, the best Cuban is still from Cuba. Despite the rumors and reputation, it's hard not to fall for Rey. For some strange reason I've always felt a sense of mutual understanding between us even just for brief moments. It's pleasant. I'd love to go to Cuba sometime before they're invaded by McDonalds and Pizza Huts.