el cuerpo unido jamas sera vencido
Can't believe i left this out of my earlier report. there was just so much to say and i was trying to keep it down to the best of the best!
While brandon and i were in Buenos Aires, we went and watched Arentina and Peru's world cup tournament teams square off.
The game was great, the crowd was crazy and Argentina completely dominated the entire time. the Argentinian goal keeper could've taken a siesta. The Peruvians might've gotten their boots on the ball ten times during the game. And into the vicinity of the Argentinian goal? um. I don't remember. I might've blinked and missed it.
Even though the game was fun and PACKED. the most interesting part of the game was the process of buying tickets from conman scalpers outside the estadio. Our dude was a classic.
At first brandon and i couldn't find anybody selling two tickets. We started to worry that we'd bought cute little ARGENTINA hats (see pictures on heidelee.shutterfly.com) for nada. But then he found us.
He spoke directly to brandon (oh machismo. gotta love it.) but i didn't really care.
- Brandon is badder ass than i am anyway when it comes to negotiating. that guy seriously doesn't take shit and it's thanks to his example that i never let cab drivers have the upper hand. -
Anyway, he told brandon that he had two tickets to sell and, just to show that he wasn't conning us, he'd take us all the way through security and into the stadium. This sounded fair to us, so we agreed. Both of us were on high alert trying to figure out what his game was. He knew all the security guys and he pracitcally ran us up to the stadium seating section we needed to be at. Once we were there he just turned around and started running away!
Brandon and i were all over him, "nuestros boletos? donde estan los boletos?" He assured us that we didn't need them and that we were all set, but we'd paid him and either way we wanted them as mementos, so we were not letting it go.
Suddenly his wingman came out of nowhere with two tickets for us. We took them and before we could complain that they were old used tickets from the Argentina vs. Brazil game - they both were gone.
The game had started and our guys were off trying to resell the two tickets again before it was too late.
unbelievable.
We climbed and smooshed our way up to empty seats at the very top of the stands and cheered and froze and squinted down at the tiny men for the next 2 hours.
Oh, futbol. Oh, South America.
While brandon and i were in Buenos Aires, we went and watched Arentina and Peru's world cup tournament teams square off.
The game was great, the crowd was crazy and Argentina completely dominated the entire time. the Argentinian goal keeper could've taken a siesta. The Peruvians might've gotten their boots on the ball ten times during the game. And into the vicinity of the Argentinian goal? um. I don't remember. I might've blinked and missed it.
Even though the game was fun and PACKED. the most interesting part of the game was the process of buying tickets from conman scalpers outside the estadio. Our dude was a classic.
At first brandon and i couldn't find anybody selling two tickets. We started to worry that we'd bought cute little ARGENTINA hats (see pictures on heidelee.shutterfly.com) for nada. But then he found us.
He spoke directly to brandon (oh machismo. gotta love it.) but i didn't really care.
- Brandon is badder ass than i am anyway when it comes to negotiating. that guy seriously doesn't take shit and it's thanks to his example that i never let cab drivers have the upper hand. -
Anyway, he told brandon that he had two tickets to sell and, just to show that he wasn't conning us, he'd take us all the way through security and into the stadium. This sounded fair to us, so we agreed. Both of us were on high alert trying to figure out what his game was. He knew all the security guys and he pracitcally ran us up to the stadium seating section we needed to be at. Once we were there he just turned around and started running away!
Brandon and i were all over him, "nuestros boletos? donde estan los boletos?" He assured us that we didn't need them and that we were all set, but we'd paid him and either way we wanted them as mementos, so we were not letting it go.
Suddenly his wingman came out of nowhere with two tickets for us. We took them and before we could complain that they were old used tickets from the Argentina vs. Brazil game - they both were gone.
The game had started and our guys were off trying to resell the two tickets again before it was too late.
unbelievable.
We climbed and smooshed our way up to empty seats at the very top of the stands and cheered and froze and squinted down at the tiny men for the next 2 hours.
Oh, futbol. Oh, South America.