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The weekend starts here

Friday was just another El Beso Day, we did little in the morning as I was too busy repairing the wall and re-hanging the curtains.

We still find El Beso difficult though, I may have to re-think our seating positions. Where I sit is fine until everyone gets up, then my view of the floor is completely lost. Still we danced until seven then it was back for our chop suey and prepare for the weekend.

Saturday and we were up at a reasonable hour, breakfast of coffee and media lunas then we were out heading for Palermo. The walk over to Sullivan’s takes about twenty-five minutes and we arrived while all the pre match rubbish was playing. I ordered Quilmes Negra, typical of here, it is on the menu but they do not have it. Celtic stout is more expensive and lo and behold they do have that. They did furnish us with a bowl of nuts though to keep us going.

They are quite accommodating here I asked for the commentary and they switched off the music and put on the commentary. Not that I could understand a lot of it, but it was amusing when they named the wrong players.

It looked like we were the only ones here for the rugby, but by halfway through the first half there were maybe eight or ten in here. As Wales soundly thrashed the Scots team, the contingent of Scots were quiet. .

On a trip down Scalabrini Ortiz we stopped off to check out a furniture shop. Our old stomping ground this and we always like the shops down here, we found a coffee table we liked, but now we are unsure whether to spend the money. Maybe we will be back, maybe not.

We took the “D” line into town just to check out Ideal. It looks no different to me, I think someone is just siphoning money off, and the work will never be done. Still while we are here, check out the shoe shops. Viv managed to pick up a bargain pair. Unusually they were not battered or the wrong size $650 about £26 at todays rates. Viv is one happy bunny. Nice shoes as well.

Back on the subte The “A” line this time, out to Castro Barros. I need some tools and things from Easy. Bad move, Saturday is not a good time in any sort of supermarket in Buenos Aires. As always I got about half of what I wanted, things are quite different here. I did get what I can only describe as a flat plate covered in sanding material. We have nothing like this at home, but then they have nothing here like we have, you just have to adapt.

Back home again along Salguero and I can catch up with the Ireland France match. You have to feel for the French 13-12 up until the final kick, but then that is the best time to kick a field goal.

Sunday morning and I am free, Viv would rather do housework than come to Sullivan’s. No-one to stop my beer intake then. No surprises as England beat Italy. I expected some new tricks again from Italy but they had nothing new this year, shame, they were fun last year. Still they played well, the score line not reflecting how hard they tried.

I got talking to a guy called Michael from Hertfordshire.  He is working here and as he relayed his story I suddenly remembered him from last year. Unfortunately he will not be here for the England Wales match but will be back for some later matches.

I also got talking to a couple who are taking a year out to see South America. They told me that they could find no-one showing the Rugby in the City, but came across an ex-pats site where someone had said they would be here. That would be me then, oh! the power of advertising, perhaps I should get a discount bringing customers in.

Sunday night is Fulgor night.  I don’t know what Ruben is thinking, two hours constant tango, no Vals, no Milonga and too much Tanturi. Is it any wonder the numbers are falling? Still we were happy with our Quilmes Negra. (no one to tell Viv how much I have already had). Next week is carnival, Elsa said she is bringing us some props, mask, hats, and other dressing up stuff.

The people here come and go and we never know where, but tonight we heard an old friend had died last May. Found him dead at the wheel of his taxi apparently. No life, is it? Work until you drop.

After the tropical, we finally got a vals tanda, then a milonga, more tropical, then Pugliese. In the words of Eric Thompson “Time for bed” said Zeberdee.

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Perfect tanda

Things don’t always go to plan in life; for instance you would think that the length of time we have been here our circle of friends would be huge, but for some reason it is shrinking. True, we know lots of dancers, but we never meet up socially, those friends that we have had have all disappeared to other places or just left the country.  All except Philippe, that is, we can still rely on him calling around and just saying hello. He called this morning for a coffee and a chat, he also gets more information out of Sebastian than I possibly could. We found out why they have stuck with the awful colour in the foyer, for instance. Apparently they had a concorcio meeting and nobody could agree, same old, same old, so they just painted it the same as before.

Philippe exchanged watsapp with us so we can now get in touch again more easily. We drank a lot of coffee before he finally left, then it was time for us to get ready again.

We arrived extra early today at Nuevo Chique, Marcela just told us told us to go to our usual seats. The class was just finishing but some guy got Viv up anyway. I always thought that the sound gear belonged to the venue, but apparently not. Dany brought everything along with him apart from the speakers, which are mounted on the walls. He was soon set up so Viv and I did the first dance together.

The crowds had turned out today and for once there were more men than women. This did mean I missed the odd tanda, but, at least, Viv was happy. The standard of floorcraft was not good though and I was not the only one complaining. Jorge, an old stager and teacher in these parts, got Viv up to dance, and told her that many of these men could do with lessons.

I did have one near perfect tanda though. I got a lady up from the opposite side of the room to dance a tanda of Tanturi. As we danced I noticed that feeling of the room dancing with us. In front was a local couple who always dance together and behind me was a red faced man who always sits close to me and says hello. Well we danced around the room almost in sequence. I went out, they went in, I went in, they went out, we took almost no room but because we were so in tune we had all the space we needed. If only it could always be like this.

Funny how my bladder knows when it is Pugliese time, I got up to relieve myself and while I was out the Pugliese tanda came on. Such timing.

We did the last Vals tanda together and then changed our shoes. Isn’t it always the way? a Rodriguez tanda came on, Café Dominguez, Bugger. I am sure Dany does it on purpose. As Viv says though, “Every Tanda is one I want to dance”.

We called for coffee again at the Plaza. The table we usually sit at was occupied by two old women and some girls. One woman sat there displaying her pop socks with her legs open, and was cutting her finger nails without a care. Then she had her hands down her top hoiking her ample breasts up before resuming the nail cutting. I don’t think we can sit at that table again.

 

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