Buenos Aires Nightlife
Buenos Aires, rated the 142nd most expensive city in the world (out of a list of 144). It also is supposed to have the best nightlife in the world. Everynight, all night.
So its Friday, and Sam and I spend the whole day trying to find some cheap clothes to go out in. I haven't worn a shirt for eleven months, so it takes a while to get used to it. Sam picks up a black dress and some MORE high heels.
Through talking to shop assistants I found out that we were to go to a place called Million, and then on to Buenos Aires best club, Opera Bay.
Back in the hostel and I manage to drum up a team of 14 people to go out with.
So at 11:30pm we pop next door for a tactical coffee, come back and get changed, and get taxis to Million, a massive manor house converted into a bar. Its full of rich Argentines eating and drinking. Its a great place and we all chill out chatting and drinking until 2:30am. Ready to try the club, we catch taxis, and arrive outside a gigantic, slightly flater replication of the Sydney Opera house.
The queue is huge, there is a ruck of about 100 guys by a fence shouting to the bouncers to let them in. Occasionally a bouncer picks out one or two guys and they go through. The caos is due to the lack of ticket machine thingy, so they are unable to queue. Finally we manage to find a seperate queue which looks more orderly so we assume it is a special queue for tourists. We stand moaning for a while that we havent queued for a club since we were 18, but after all this is supposed to be the best club in B.A. Arriving at the front of the queue, the freakishly tall, bald bouncer with a brick for a face allows only the 3 girls into the lobby area. He points us guys to the ruck of blokes over by the fence. Not funny. We try forming a tight group and charging at the mass of Argentines, it doesnt work. There is no way we are getting in. Plan B. Sam. Two minutes later the eleven of us get the fence lifted for us, Sam has managed to talk brick face into letting all of us in aswell as a couple from High Wycombe.
The club is huge, complete with swimming pool. The crowd is a little young and the music is terrible. They played Madonnas ´Holiday´. Anyway, its a hot spring night in the 142nd most expensive city in the world, we are with a group of 16 epic people so it doesn't matter how bad the music is, we are going to have a good time. Steve, an Irish guy discovers that the good champagne here is 8 pounds per bottle. Two minutes later and we each have our own bottles in hand.
The Argentine men are particulary forward, so it takes quite an effort to get Sam across the dance floor, we all seek refuge outside on the clubs decking looking over the harbour and the next 4 hours are spent drinking ridiculous amounts of bubbles and having a wicked time. We all get to experience one of the coolest moon sets behind the Buenos Aires skyscrapers.
At 6:30 am we all jump back in the taxis and go home. It was a classic night out, and the start to a manic week of partying in BA. A warm up for Rio.
So its Friday, and Sam and I spend the whole day trying to find some cheap clothes to go out in. I haven't worn a shirt for eleven months, so it takes a while to get used to it. Sam picks up a black dress and some MORE high heels.
Through talking to shop assistants I found out that we were to go to a place called Million, and then on to Buenos Aires best club, Opera Bay.
Back in the hostel and I manage to drum up a team of 14 people to go out with.
So at 11:30pm we pop next door for a tactical coffee, come back and get changed, and get taxis to Million, a massive manor house converted into a bar. Its full of rich Argentines eating and drinking. Its a great place and we all chill out chatting and drinking until 2:30am. Ready to try the club, we catch taxis, and arrive outside a gigantic, slightly flater replication of the Sydney Opera house.
The queue is huge, there is a ruck of about 100 guys by a fence shouting to the bouncers to let them in. Occasionally a bouncer picks out one or two guys and they go through. The caos is due to the lack of ticket machine thingy, so they are unable to queue. Finally we manage to find a seperate queue which looks more orderly so we assume it is a special queue for tourists. We stand moaning for a while that we havent queued for a club since we were 18, but after all this is supposed to be the best club in B.A. Arriving at the front of the queue, the freakishly tall, bald bouncer with a brick for a face allows only the 3 girls into the lobby area. He points us guys to the ruck of blokes over by the fence. Not funny. We try forming a tight group and charging at the mass of Argentines, it doesnt work. There is no way we are getting in. Plan B. Sam. Two minutes later the eleven of us get the fence lifted for us, Sam has managed to talk brick face into letting all of us in aswell as a couple from High Wycombe. The club is huge, complete with swimming pool. The crowd is a little young and the music is terrible. They played Madonnas ´Holiday´. Anyway, its a hot spring night in the 142nd most expensive city in the world, we are with a group of 16 epic people so it doesn't matter how bad the music is, we are going to have a good time. Steve, an Irish guy discovers that the good champagne here is 8 pounds per bottle. Two minutes later and we each have our own bottles in hand.
The Argentine men are particulary forward, so it takes quite an effort to get Sam across the dance floor, we all seek refuge outside on the clubs decking looking over the harbour and the next 4 hours are spent drinking ridiculous amounts of bubbles and having a wicked time. We all get to experience one of the coolest moon sets behind the Buenos Aires skyscrapers.
At 6:30 am we all jump back in the taxis and go home. It was a classic night out, and the start to a manic week of partying in BA. A warm up for Rio.
posted by Chris at 7:52 PM
4 Comments:
My memory tells me that there were some ace clubs in San Isidro (possibly spelt wrong!)..... How ever, I was 18 at the time so whether or not they cater for your mature clubbing requirements ... I do remember that the tequilla girls in cow girl out fits where a good enough reason to keep returning.
I don't understand how playing Holiday can be a bad thing.
Has Ruth told you how many time's she stepped in wet paint yet? She has developed gold fish type tendancies. I of course stepped in it twice but I have come to expect that of my self.
Take care both
ps
apologies for the incorrect use of the apostrophe.i am disgusted with myself.
Have you been to the footie stadium yet
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