february 14th nothing happened. ok that's not entirely true, but by the time we truly started it, it was over...
i woke and made matias a breakfast of german pancakes/dutch babies. every day we eat lunch at 1pm, and since i woke up at 10:30, i wanted to make something light but still special. matias' mom couldn't understand why i wanted to put a cast iron PAN in the OVEN, but decided to let me try it anyways. the batter is super easy, and even though i used 7 tablespoons of butter not TEAspoons. they turned out great. with some fresh lemon juice and powdered sugar our breakfast was complete.
lunch was even better with chicken milanesa and coleslaw salad. i never get tired of eating milanesa which is the latin equivalent of germany's shnitzel. i thought about asking for it, but never got around to it. mirian must have read my mind. the rest of the day was low key. matias is in the midst of studying, and i try to stay out of his way so as to not distract him.
at 9pm i started to get ready for our night out. i curled my hair and put on makeup for the first time in a month. when it gets too hot i cant be bothered to do my hair or put on makeup because the heat melts it away. luckily the day had been cool, and the night was perfect. i wore my black tuxedo-ish LBD, and when matias saw me he actually said, "wow." then he asked me if i thought he should change. he looked good, of course, but was considerably more casual than i. after i picked out some clothes for him, we were on our way.
we went to a sweet little restaurant that i love called "rafeala's resto bar." a younger guy owns it, and it's operated by his friends, so the environment is more youthful, more relaxed. the place actually has ambiance and tasteful decorating not to mention a great salad that has me coming back over and over.
matias had made the reservation for 11:30pm a few days before through the owner that he had befriended on facebook, and so we got a great table right in the front. they had live music which consisted of a man, his two guitars (one electric, one acoustic) and his laptop. we had a menu of songs to choose from with themes of love or breakup. more than half were in english, and those consisted of mostly the beatles and beegees and a random selection of other one hit wonders. it was quite interesting to take in, because one moment the guy would be preparing the crowd for the next song or interacting with his friends that had come to see him and celebrate the night, and the next moment he would be singing in perfect english. the thing is, the guy only had an idea of what he was singing about. it's equivalent to me singing a pink martini song in french. i know the song is about not working, but that's all i really know, but i love how it sounds so i sing it anyways.
i always complain about how all the restaurants serve the same food, and there is no variety. at this restaurant they do things a bit different, and for a great price - that's why matias likes it. we ate filet minion served on top of baked potato of sorts and embellished with jam lightly toasted in the oven. it was quite tasty and i tried to make it last as long as possible. we worked our way through a second bottle of bubbly white wine with the help of a brownie topped with ice cream. they served a cold glass of bailey's with it, but i wasn't in the mood for that.
2 entrees of filet mignon (less than US $7.00 each)
2 bottles of wine ( just over US $ 8.oo each))
2 desserts ( US $3.50 each)
= 132 pesos = $US 38.00
NOT BAD
from there we met up with two friends/classmates of matias'. we joined them at a bar and shared a bottle of beer, then headed to a club. there was a line that made no sense. the "velvet rope" definitely served to keep people out, as they stood in a nonsensical manner trying to get in. i inched my way to the front with matias behind me to try to pull the "i am a foreigner, give me special treatment" card. but it didn't work, and soon we lost patience. we headed to another locale, but that turned out to not work either. we got in fine seeing as there were only 9 other people in the entire place. we shared another overpriced beer, and once the music went out, we took our cue and left. next up was ice cream. i was so tired by this point thanks to the late hour and alcohol. at 5am the ice cream place was packed, for them the night is still young and has only started an hour or so before... i don't understand how they do it. matias saw i was about to fall asleep right then and there, so we headed up, and i crashed into bed.
i barely woke in time for lunch, but it didn't matter cause i wasn't very hungry. during siesta, matias decided he wanted ice cream. so while he went and got it, i made brownies. we feasted that day on steak and ice cream... just like polly anna.
it did end bittersweet though. that evening i left for buenos aires. all i could think about was the perfect valentine's weekend i had just had. i like to the think that the 15th we celebrated valentine's day being over more than anything else.
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