M and A went to the airport and managed to track down their clothes at customs. Yay!
B fell ill - he was taken out by some sort of terrible flu.
This resulted in - Date Day 2!
D and I started off the day having lunch at Not-So-Fancy Mall. We walked around for a bit hoping to find some sweet clothes bargains, but came up empty handed. We did, however, walk around the top floor of the mall which was for kids - a bunch of rides and video games - D wanted to play but I, as usual, was starving and not wanting to be around children:
We ate lunch at a fancy-ish restaurant in the mall - we sat in the mall but had a waiter and got to eat nice food. D ordered risotto that was less than acceptable, and I had the best salad ever. It wasn't really the best salad ever, it was just that I was aching for something nutritious and was thrilled by grilled vegetables and couscous! Completely satisfying. We then ordered... drum roll... a chocolate volcano! Mission accomplished:
After Not-So-Fancy-Mall we headed to the National Art Museum, which was pretty cool. The top floor was art from Argentina, and ranged from classic art to fabulous contemporary pieces such as this:
In Buenos Aires, we encountered this interesting soap method in public restrooms which was comprised of a round piece of soap on a stick for everyone to share. I experienced it for the first time at the museum and had mixed feelings about it:
We then went to the MALBA, which was extremely crowded and mostly awesome. I got in trouble for taking this photo:
I don't really see what the big deal is about taking photos of the structure. It's not like I'm taking a picture of artwork and am going to make money off of reprints.
There was another guy in the museum taking photos (apparently people with big fancy cameras are allowed to take photos - although I suspect that this guy was press of some sort), so I sort of walked behind him and took photos on the down-low:
When we returned from the museum, we freshened up and headed to P's parents' house, off the map, for a party!
We were excited for the party, because we were certain that P's parents would throw a good one. We were also curious about their house, and also honored that they invited us over. I was mostly excited to see N's parents! It's sad, though, because I know that I'll most likely never see them again.
I met N and her parents on my first day of college! N and I were roommates, so I hold a special place in my heart for her folks. I've spent time at their house in MA, and ate out with them in Cambridge before moving to NYC. Sniff. OK. Not going to get sentimental... not going to get sentimental...
When we arrived, we were greeted with kisses from P's aunts and parents. We met P's brother's girlfriend, as well as some other family members.
The house was gorgeous, the food was splendid, the company was lovely. We spent a few minutes ironing out the non-details of the wedding (M and I found out that we would be bridesmaids! Woo hoo!), I had a fabulously awkward moment when N's Aunt J asked if D and I were married and we were both like "Uh... oh... ummm... GOD NO!," and I started to feel very emo after I drank too much wine and started considering the probable odds that D and I will not ever be married.
When it was time to leave, P's mother, ever concerned about our getting back to our hotel safely, called a car service for us.
B and E left before us since B was basically on his deathbed, so M, A, D and I shared the car.
This story is all a little foggy given the drunkenness and tiredness and emoness, so I won't even try. M can probably tell the story better, so I am just NOT going to tell it and you will all have to wait for M to do a guest spot. But trust me, it's funny.
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