Journeys and Adventures

Some of you who are between the ages of 23 and 33 (and others outside that decade, too!) may have heard of Aaron Karo.  He’s a comedian who started his career by sending a funny e-mail to his high school friends about his experiences at college—more than ten years later he now has a newsletter with thousands of subscribers, a stand-up album from Comedy Central Records, and a popular website called Ruminations.  He also travels colleges giving stand-up shows, sharing his humorous honest look at twenty-something (well, soon to be thirty-something, I think) life.

In his January 12th issue, Karo shares some thoughts on his “Last Bachelor Party” in Buenos Aires, including.

-Upon arriving in Buenos Aires, I quickly discovered that, when absolutely hammered, I am fluent in Spanish.  Though I haven’t studied or spoken it since high school, when I get a few drinks in me I become like one of those head trauma victims who mysteriously speak French flawlessly.  At one point, Matt and I were spitting Spanish so well that a few locals asked us to produce our driver’s licenses to prove we were American.  Unfortunately, I look so fat and he looks so young that they just didn’t believe they were our IDs.

-Argentina is super cheap.  We went out every night and made it rain but never even came close to dropping $100 US in a restaurant or bar.  They’re also not big tippers.  If Argentines tip at all it’s max 10%.  It’s funny how the American brain is so hardwired.  We physically could not bring ourselves to tip less than we usually do.  As a result every cab driver and waitress from Palermo Viejo to Plaza Serrano loved us.  Forget Obama – me and my boys single-handedly brought international goodwill back to America.      

-Argentines love PDA.  And I don’t mean BlackBerrys or iPhones –which we saw none of except our own – I mean public displays of affection.  But they don’t just make out, they fucking maul each other – in clubs, on the beach, at bus stops.  It’s probably a function of the fact that most Argentines don’t move away from home until they get married, so they literally can’t “get a room.”  But that still doesn’t make it OK to fondle your boyfriend right in front of me.

The rest of Karo’s trip to Buenos Aires can be found by visiting his website.

Photo by theswedish, www.sxc.hu

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