...The trouble I got into was actually much more tame than you might expect in a place like Medellín, Colombia: I tried to wear shorts. Bouncers hate shorts. I knew better, but I didn't anticipate that we'd be going to a "fancy" (i.e. sleazy) discotheque. I didn't bring much money with me either, so one of the Argentines had already paid my entrance fee (~$20 USD) and they had put a wristband on me before the bouncer pointed out my wardrobe violation. After a heated argument between the bouncers and the Argentines that drew the attention of numerous onlookers (meanwhile I didn't understand a word of the conversation; all I could do was stand there looking ashamed of myself while they screamed at each other and pointed at my shorts) Finally, one of the Argentines gave me money for cab fare to and from the hostel so I could change into pants and meet them inside the club.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Argentines and the Sleazy Discotheque
I accidentally worried my friend when I sent an email saying that I met a group of Argentines at my hostel and went out to a sleazy discotheque and got into trouble. I didn't specify what exactly had happened, so I sent the following email:
...The trouble I got into was actually much more tame than you might expect in a place like Medellín, Colombia: I tried to wear shorts. Bouncers hate shorts. I knew better, but I didn't anticipate that we'd be going to a "fancy" (i.e. sleazy) discotheque. I didn't bring much money with me either, so one of the Argentines had already paid my entrance fee (~$20 USD) and they had put a wristband on me before the bouncer pointed out my wardrobe violation. After a heated argument between the bouncers and the Argentines that drew the attention of numerous onlookers (meanwhile I didn't understand a word of the conversation; all I could do was stand there looking ashamed of myself while they screamed at each other and pointed at my shorts) Finally, one of the Argentines gave me money for cab fare to and from the hostel so I could change into pants and meet them inside the club.
...The trouble I got into was actually much more tame than you might expect in a place like Medellín, Colombia: I tried to wear shorts. Bouncers hate shorts. I knew better, but I didn't anticipate that we'd be going to a "fancy" (i.e. sleazy) discotheque. I didn't bring much money with me either, so one of the Argentines had already paid my entrance fee (~$20 USD) and they had put a wristband on me before the bouncer pointed out my wardrobe violation. After a heated argument between the bouncers and the Argentines that drew the attention of numerous onlookers (meanwhile I didn't understand a word of the conversation; all I could do was stand there looking ashamed of myself while they screamed at each other and pointed at my shorts) Finally, one of the Argentines gave me money for cab fare to and from the hostel so I could change into pants and meet them inside the club.
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