#turnontheac

[benchmadeknifeco-blog]

Benchmade team setting up our NRA booth! #nrashow2017 #hotlanta #turnontheac #mybenchmade (at Georgia World Congress Center)

[onlyatswat]

Life in the dorms right now:

[philadelphia-jeep-dealer]

"When I was your age.....". #ThingsParentsSay #TurnOnTheAC

[shambonez]

Down @arcadecomedy watching @aaronkleiber introduce the city to a new crop of great comedians! #pghcomedy #turnontheac

[carolineonargentime-blog]

Love-hate, but mostly love

If it isn't glaringly obvious from my blog/Facebook activity, I will state here now for the record, I ABSOLUTELY ADORE BUENOS AIRES. It's almost overwhelming. In fact, it's quite possible I may not want to come home. Ever. That said, there are a few things I could do without. As Joni Mitchell (and Counting Crows) made quite clear, indeed you do not know what you got til it's gone. (Disclaimer: This post was inspired after a 2 hour long expedition to buy a new cell phone... Words may be overly harsh and conclusions a bit drastic.)

1. Service please? While the Argentine lifestyle is charmingly laid-back and easy going, the Argentine service is not so charmingly so. Sometimes I just need my check. Like, before it's time for my next meal. And sometimes I just need to buy a prepaid cell phone and not wait in the line for the line for the line for an hour before watching someone type some nonsense into her computer for another hour while I wait some more.

2. Napkins, not wax paper. I have yet to figure out the logic behind Argentine dining. For starters, rather than eating on the table itself, which is quite easy to clean with a little spritz and a swipe, we must eat on a table cloth so that every time I miss my mouth (which is embarrassingly too often) there's no way to cover it up. There it is, a striking pink stain that doesn't quite match the floral motif. (I try to scoot my plate over it and I spill a bit more.) Secondly, even if I wanted to wipe the spilled food off the table, or, god forbid, my mouth, I would have only a thin piece of wax paper disguised as a napkin to do the job. I don't know if you've ever wiped anything with wax paper, but it's neither efficient nor pleasant, particularly if your lips are chapped. I've never actually seen an Argentine use a napkin though, so I think these may just be decoys.

3. Temperature. I know that converting from Celsius to Fahrenheit is way too complicated (at least for me), but last time I checked it didn't change the actual temperature. Everyone here seems to think it's 10 degrees (F) colder than it actually is. Right now it's 70 degrees out and sunny and I am the only person in this cafe not wearing long sleeves, a jacket, and closed toe shoes. And I'm sweating. It's not super attractive.

4. Sleep. Ok this one is really not a complaint. The night scene here is amazing and awesome and so much fun, but it starts at 2am. I kid you not. The night starts at 2am. So, if I choose to be social (which, of course, I do) then I'm basically agreeing to go to sleep at 7:30am. Then when I wake up around 3pm, I'm not really sure what to do with myself. Breakfast as the sun goes down? When in Rome.

Ok that's my rant. Thanks for reading. Now we can all go back to just loving Buenos Aires.