Choc Cafe

I am currently waiting out the hours before class (this 6:30 pm class really stinks, the whole day just drags in anticipation for my class in the evening) but I have a few good updates.
First last week I forgot to write about the famous tango lessons! In the basement of the old fashioned brick school (where we have our Spanish classes) we learned the basics of the art of tango. Even though it was 11 am (definetly not the romantic hour of tango) it was tons of fun. There are eight steps, that vary with whichever move you are doing...but I really do need to take a professional class, maybe late in the evening with an outfit matching my deep red nails (just to set the mood, you know?)
Speaking of these sexy nails of mine, Morgan, this boy Russell, Cassidy (from UCLA) and I went to this bar called Gran Bar Danzon last night, and I think the nails really added to my Argentine look. The bar was supposed to have live jazz music, but we had apparently arrived to late and what was left was a mix of expats and argentine business men (and apparently some "swingers" that we ended up running away from- not quite as dramatic as it sounds...but we were still a little out of our element). We spoke Spanish all night with some portenos, and I realized that really is the way to increase my language ability. I made my first Argentine "friend" (besides Sebastian from the gym who I technically pay to be nice to me). This guy was an accountant and knew all about UCLA, and had even been to San Francisco with his family. It was good to speak with a non-american. I'm not really sure where the nails come in anymore but I initially thought I would share more than I am willing on this public blog, but I am constantly reminded that anyone can read things on the internet (thanks to the parental unit).
Alright so I had Spanish class early this morning (a little painful after the "early" night of being home by 2 am) and now I find myself in Choc Cafe, and Cafe with WiFi and (surprise, surprise) a great assortment of CHOCOLATE. Very intersting dulces, that I was obliged to try...
The table next to Morgan and I is a huge group of "sex and the city"-ish women and their babies, in what I think is a baby shower. I wonder if they would mind if I sampled their chocolate too...