I prefer werewolves… they are hotter, leaner and cutter

While in Argentina I took advantage of the fact that I have sisters… all of them engrossed in the Twilight Saga and Edward and Bella’s never-ending love story; so it didn’t require much begging from my part to go to the movies and see Eclipse, the latest release of the series.

It was my last day in Argentina after a week full of hospital visits, so a change of scenery was well deserved.

One of the perks of Buenos Aires is that everything is open late… you can have dinner at 2 am in the morning or attend the cinema at the same time; so after a succulent meal in an Spanish restaurant (you have to be Argentinean to understand the reasons that even though you’re in Argentina you decide to eat a paella instead of a barbecue) we headed for the movies.

The film started and the three of us where seated just in the middle of the theatre, with the perfect view of Jacob’s amazing six-pack, when three girls entered and, in complete darkness, where trying to find some chairs and at the same time, keeping track of what was happening on the screen.

I don’t blame them; it was rather difficult to get your eyes off that tanned skin!

At just the moment when a kiss was coming and all the audience was expectantly waiting for the scene to happen, one of the girls staggered and fell, face first, over the stairs….

That’s when the whole theatre exploded, in unison, to a laugh; and my sisters and I realized that being part of a huge family gives you the warmth and love of many persons, but at the same time, you get to stumble over your cousins in an awkward situation, where she’s looking like a spastic individual and at the same time greeting you, so no point in denying that you’re probably related!!

So much for inconspicuous places and sister’s night out… WITH a family like mine, don’t bother!!

Small gatherings don’t exist in our language and most importantly, even though Buenos Aires is huuuge, we’ve GOT this magnetism that pulls us together, no matter the time NOR the place.

Next time I’m planning a night out with my sisters, I’ll suggest we stay home… at least there; we can control who enters and who leaves the house.

Over and out!

Movies at the cinema, "always" a “democratic” event

As living residents in one of the continent’s most politically driven countries, my husband and I rely on democratic policies to choose almost anything worth debating for.
The cinema is one controversial matter that always pops-up when we’re deciding which movie to see.
“Chick flicks” are a constant choice in us (women). Always looking for the fairy tale that has the potential to become real and be our saving grace from cinema productions.
Who can stand to see those bullet shooting-police pursuits-action scenes types of movies? It seems that men can, because those are the films that my husband always wants to go see.
So picture this: if in a household you have two members, one being a man (my hubby) and the other one being a gorgeous, funny, loving woman (me)… where’s the democracy in this situation?
A tie-game… and a non-existing democracy… unless (that’s what I love about a democratic system, there’s always a “but”) you’re intelligent enough to withdraw at the right moment and save your energy for a worthy premiere.
In this particular week, we had a girlfriend of mine staying with us and on a rainy day the cinema it’s always a unanimous decision for entertainment.
So I searched the web for movie times (this country can be run with a computer directly from the comfort of your home) and choose the “chickest most flickest” movie ever in the history of “chick flicks” and we headed for the cinema.
I enjoyed the high dosage of love, kisses, pick-up lines and fairy tale… my friend too!
However, you should’ve seen my husband, slumped in his chair, hands in his face, doing disgusted-expressions during the hour and forty minutes that the movie lasted.
Where is the feminine side of men? If it were for my husband’s reaction, I should assume that they definitively don’t have one; or it’s hidden pretty well under all that dark-strong exterior, and on the inside they’re as slushy and comfy as a pillow.
Better not o find out, for slushy and comfy we have women… men need to be macho and stuff.
You’re still wondering: what’s the movie we choose?...
Here’s a hint: There’s always a time and year in life when you can take a leap to achieve something different.
Kisses from a clam, happy as a crustaceous…
Vengeance is a B@#$%, so prepare for the heaviest action movie ever!

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