When $hit hits the fan (or sidewalk).

A few years back, the Argentine Dollar crashed and the economy took a huge dump on the Argentine people. To return the favor, the Argentines now walk their dogs on the sidewalks and let them take huge dumps on the pavement without cleaning it up. I suppose it is their backhanded way of sticking it to the man. It is surprising and rather unsanitary to see the beautiful city of Buenos Aires heavily populated by these squishy rocks. It is to the point that they should substitute windshield washer people at stop lights with sneaker washer people equipped with elephant hoses at every third street corner. I hope a window washer reads this post to inform him or her that it's all about supply and demand, economies of scale and the dewey decimal system.

In sad news, I turned 25 years old last week. This age seems much older than 24, and in all honestly, this drives home the fact that this isn't a quarter life crisis at all, but more like a 33.3% life crisis, as my chances of getting to 100 are approximately equivalent to the chances of me going back in time and erasing the day I climbed into a hanging supermarket vegetable weigher and shattering it.

In happy news, we went to an '80's party for my b-day which boasted well over 103 disco balls suspended from the ceiling, really strong champagne and probably some other insanely neat things that I missed throughout the course of the evening. The bar was called Museo. This enterprise also puts the BA in balls.

Also, I would like to amend my comments on what a typical day in Buenos Aires is like. Before, I asserted that a typical day involved some spirits, betting on HI-HO Silver, fine dining and a 10PM bedtime. I was way off. Instead it is more like; go to a restaurant at midnight, go to a bar a 3AM, go to danceclub at 5AM and instead of betting on HI-HO Silver, you get to bet on a horse named Tyra Banks. Seriously. Her racing odds could only be described as over-rated .