Milon...a Buenos date

So I have been absent from the blog circuit long enough to have millions of things to catch the internet world up on.
Let me continue from the nails on Wednesday night. The said "friend" took me to Milon on Thursday night. Milon is an old conveted french mansion. It is the creme of the buenos aires nightlife...(not to brag or anything).
Anyways I was able to practice my spanish on my first ever argentine date. The amazing thing is because of the language barrier, I had no room to be nervous etc, because there was honestly so much else to concentrate on (like how do you flirt in another language...and tell funny long intiguing stories?) However Milon is a three story (four including the bottom floor...which leads to this great outdoor garden) manision with a black cat to its name which sits on the bar, sipping water out of a martini glass.
Friday I was able to learn more Spanish, as I had class from 1-5 (can't figure out when to eat during this time, as 12 is way too early here for lunch...) The classes on Fridays are conversation (where I learn even more words de la calle- of the street) and culture class which is a tad dry but hopefully will pick up once we start going on field trips to polo matches, futbol games and tango shows...
Friday night we went to dinner with some other Argeninte friends (one of which is american but is living here). We explored Las Canitas a little which is another little area filled with trendy cafes/bars. (Side note a bar in Buenos Aires is also a cafe, so please don't get the wrong idea that I am just always in Bars, drinking sometimes we are eating alfajors: AMAZING sweet treats).
Saturday Morgan and I ventured to El Tigre via a train that travels along the coast. Very scenic, very liberating to get out of the hustle of the city. We even tried "wafalitos" a waffle on a stick, filled with chocolate and dipped in dulce de leche. Mmmm it was literally out of this world (literally meaning I would never have imagined such a sweet). There was a quaint mercado de frutos (however there were few vendors actually selling frutas...) We went out to dinner at Kansas an "American" resturant for our friend Russlle's birthday (he is from Texas so Kansas was the closest we could get him to home...)
Then I met all of the prior mentioned "amigio"'s friends and hung out with them for the rest of the night. It was just me and all these Argentine chicos, and they were fascinated with the fact that I was from Californina. It was hilarious their misconceptions about a foreigner from California. One guy was certain I looked just like Marissa from the OC, but he said maybe that was a bad thing since she ended up getting killed off- (I can't believe how meshed our cultures are). They thought it was fun and shocking that I played soccer (no chicas play soccer here) and they asked me endless questions about weather or not I surfed, knew movie stars etc.
However they all knew about both Palo Alto and UCLA, and shared a lot of the same taste in music (Jack Johnson among the favorites). They spoke to me only in Spanish (and they tried to speak slower so I could understand) but most of them speak pretty perfect english.
Yesterday passed as a weekend day in Buenos Aires should (half of it slept away...) spent eating and wandering the cobble stone streets of Palermo... speaking of which I should probably get off my butt and walk the two blocks to the gym.
More to come on the unnamed amigo of buenos, and these lucky nails of mine.

beso.