Dog Glasses + Gelhead

I pass by this sign when I walk home from work. I find it hilarious. And confusing.


Last night was the Expat Connection Happy Hour at Sugar. Only a Wednesday night, but Santiago and I got to split $126 in tips. And Santiago had to kick two people out. Or, "invitar para irse," as he puts it. One was an older man who ordered tequila shots and slurred his words by 10 pm, and another was a California gelhead who kept spilling drinks and trying to grab me. He claims he's a musician and that he plays in Austin all the time. He asked for my number, and I let him believe I had a boyfriend back in The States. "I appreciate your honesty," he told me, making me feel like a complete and total liar. But then he told me he had a girlfriend back home as well, which was either a lie to make him look less rejected, or he's a complete sleaze bag. He started to pick a fight and I was elated when he was asked to leave. Or well, carried out and asked not to reenter. I asked Matt if it was better to give a fake number, or let someone believe you have a boyfriend. Jenny and I debated this over lunch because she always gives her real number and then gets peeved when they call. (She also likes to delete numbers if she's upset with people because she says it's like deleting the actual person from the earth. Hmmm... I told her she scared me when she's mean and I hope I never get on her bad side, although oftentimes I feel like I am already there or walking a thin line.) Matt says there's nothing worse than getting a fake number. Because you think, "Oh, maybe I misheard her." or "Perhaps I mis-dialed." He says it's best just to be upfront and say you're not interested. But what if you wouldn't mind going on just one date? But with the gelhead? Absolutely not. He was inappropriate and dressed like he belonged in a Toby Keith video. I'm sure he's a nice person, but when he drinks he's a mess.

Con and I hard at work behind the bar

Martin, the silent partner who drinks gin & tonics, was there. He asked me my story, what brought me to Argentina blah blah blah. I told him I originally had a job in November and came down but it fell through. Where? With a cosmetic dental office. Which one? Turns out he knows Drs. Telo. I assured him that they were highly trained and nice people, but that I couldn't misrepresent myself as a dental assistant. He said I was being too nice. I wonder if they are starting to advertise with Expat Connection through Martin. It would be a good marketing strategy.

My movie set extra pal Laurel was also there. She is shorter than I remembered. One of her friends had heard a rumor that Francis Ford Coppola was in trouble for tax evasion and than none of the American extras could get paid. There are a lot of Coppola rumors flying around. I hope this one is false. I called Horacio today and he said we should be able to get the money tomorrow late afternoon, assuming Kurt turns in the list. But anyway, Laurel invited me to happy hour tonight at Le Bar on Tucuman. Jenny says it was ranked in the top ten list of bars by Conde Nast. I shall have to see for myself.