The Pink Vest

In Buenos Aires it seems that one day seems to seemlessly merge into another, in many senses of the word. After spending much of the last week sleeping, eating and partying, I have now managed to get into a slightly more conservative routine here, at least until tomorrow night, when I don't have to get up for language classes the next day. This has finally given me time, not just to sit down and put down my thoughts, but just to be able to construct them in the first place. In spite of the general haziness, life is currently pretty normal and domestic without the prevous humdrum of the previous month. However news is still plentiful and the last week has been anything but dull.

After a couple of days of convalescence it was time to get back on the party train, and to do so in style. Friday to Sunday had shot past at the speed of a well oiled motorboat, in the Milhouse but tamely so, and Monday was THE perfect day for a return to form. In the Millhouse, Monday is dressing up night and it's pretty well known that I love dressing up. After a weekend after brain racking my shaven headed wingman Matt and I took to the streets in search of the perfect outfits for the Pyjama Party. However after resigning myself to a pink nightie we came across a shop selling animal hats. It was love at first sight. That night I would be a teddy bear! The party breezed by with much dancing, banter and a trip to a gay bar en-mass, and a wonderful night was had by all.

Tuesday, however, was the night that pipped the rest to the proverbial post. This was the night I was to be given the honour of taking the pink vest on the next leg of its journey. But first I will try and elaborate on the concept of the pink vest. A few months ago a group of british travelers aquired a large, gaudy and noticable pink vest, which was subsequently donned around the shores of Australia and New Zealand. Upon meeting a group of four Irish gentlemen, the group of eight coined the idea of My Pink Vest. In short the plan is that the pink vest will be passed from traveler to traveler, when a worthy party person is found, in the hope of getting pictures of the pink vest all around the world. The pink vest should be passed over in a rather spectacular ceremony, which there was when I received the pink vest. So now the challenge of taking the pink vest on the next leg of its journey lies with me. Exciting times.

The plan is to hit the language courses here pretty hard before I resume my travels, so the posts may continue to be a little less frequent over the next few weeks.