closet time....

"get out of the closet."

"no."

"we're only going to go out for an hour or so, i promise."

"not on your life."

i stayed in the closet, hiding behind the suits and ties, throwing t-shirts and socks over my head until everyone left. i listened for the snap, crackle, pop of the lock, threw on my cozy pajamas, tucked myself under the covers, exhaled and fell right to sleep. it was probably midnight.

i have never been a vampire. someone who thrives on the night air and moon rings in the sky. i like my days to start early and to end early. it's just the way that i was wired when i came out of the womb. buenos aires is a city jam packed with vampires... aaaaand, i may have been bitten for a bit. thank you, mr. bottom lip.

a normal school night in buenos aires consists of the following; meeting anywhere between 10:30pm and midnight for dinner (yes, DINNER), having a nice leisurly 2 hour dinner, tack on another hour or so for drinks and chatting afterwards, and at the prime time of 2:30-3:30AM, you hit the dance clubs for a good few hours, only to stumble out at 5am, hit another bar, which is of course FULL of people (of course! i mean, who doesn't want a pitcher of beer at 5:30am to really get the day started??), then sip that frothy beer over more chatting and maybe people watching (cause the PDA here is in FULL FORCE) and once that yellow orb starts to peak over the horizon at 7 or 8AM, only then is it time to reach for those cozy p's and rest one's eyes until it starts all over again.

i drank alot of coffee in bueno aires. ALOT.

and in the wee hours of the dark morning, i saw damp guys & dolls fist pump to the "friends" theme... yes, fist pump... to the FRIEND'S theme!! they were impressively serious about 'being there for you when the rain starts to fall...' then in a swipe of their sweaty brow, they were samba shakin' their booties to the cumbia, and when that stopped, they full body rocked out to roxette. they love them some roxette. i don't get it but by the end of the delirious morning evening, i found myself drenched and fist pumping along with the crowd. it was awesome. it was exhausting. it was full of pure, fun life.

now, where's my closet?