Day 82-83: A weekend of fine print, late nights and an asado
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Of course we jumped at the chance to pickup $16 GroupOn tickets for 30 Seconds to Mars. I've always loved the lead singer (Jared Leto) and couldn't wait to see our first concert in Argentina.
The following day, the show started at 9:30 pm, so we arrived about 90 minutes early to the venue (Luna Park). Our walk from the subway exit to Luna Park had us totally pumped as we walked past a hoard of vendors selling 30 Seconds to Mars shirts, stickers, etc. When we walk up to the building, we notice several number entrances but didn't know which one to use, so we walk up to the first available door guy. After looking at our printed ticket he points us to the corner ticket office. Two ticket booths later and a half lap around the building, we find the one for online sales. Without saying a word, the lady takes our printout, highlights a sentence on our ticket and slides it back. It was an address and hours of operation. One of the conditions of the GroupOn was that we were supposed to retrieve our real ticket from a separate location earlier in the day before 6pm (it being almost 8:30pm now).
With a slim hope that maybe they would still be still be open due to the concert, we decided to make an attempt to go anyways. Problem was we couldn't find this address on our map and everyone we asked (doormen, policemen) weren't familiar with it. Terry did finally get a wireless connection on his phone only to find that the location was 30 minutes away. Our tickets didn't look to be panning out, but I was still holding out to some sort of miracle, but deep down I knew this concert wasn't going to happen.
Our plan B was a mix match of either waiting by the guest list area for some sort of miracle ticket or buying a scalped ticket as the concert was closer to starting. The "miracle ticket" never materialized and we overheard the scalped ticket sales pitch start at $100 for a pair (too expensive for a possible junk ticket).
An hour later we admitted defeat, and fall back to our original after party. Some of our friends had invited us out to meetup with a group of expats in San Telmo. Our 15 minute walk started with a small drizzle of rain but ended with a full downpour.
After jumping between at least 5 places during the night, its 4:30 am we started heading home. This was by far our latest night out and we were too hungry to just go home. Our quick bit to eat was a big fialure. Everything was closed as we walked in the direction of our apartment. We kept walking. And walking. And walking. 45 minutes of walking and an eventual cab ride, we ate our McDonald's breakfast, a Big Mac and Fries there wasn't a breakfast menu with the other 16 year old kids just leaving the club.
Home at 6 and up at noon. Strangely refreshed and now heading to a friends house for a Saturday asado (Argentinean BBQ). Got to admit it turned out to be a good weekend.
The following day, the show started at 9:30 pm, so we arrived about 90 minutes early to the venue (Luna Park). Our walk from the subway exit to Luna Park had us totally pumped as we walked past a hoard of vendors selling 30 Seconds to Mars shirts, stickers, etc. When we walk up to the building, we notice several number entrances but didn't know which one to use, so we walk up to the first available door guy. After looking at our printed ticket he points us to the corner ticket office. Two ticket booths later and a half lap around the building, we find the one for online sales. Without saying a word, the lady takes our printout, highlights a sentence on our ticket and slides it back. It was an address and hours of operation. One of the conditions of the GroupOn was that we were supposed to retrieve our real ticket from a separate location earlier in the day before 6pm (it being almost 8:30pm now).
With a slim hope that maybe they would still be still be open due to the concert, we decided to make an attempt to go anyways. Problem was we couldn't find this address on our map and everyone we asked (doormen, policemen) weren't familiar with it. Terry did finally get a wireless connection on his phone only to find that the location was 30 minutes away. Our tickets didn't look to be panning out, but I was still holding out to some sort of miracle, but deep down I knew this concert wasn't going to happen.
Our plan B was a mix match of either waiting by the guest list area for some sort of miracle ticket or buying a scalped ticket as the concert was closer to starting. The "miracle ticket" never materialized and we overheard the scalped ticket sales pitch start at $100 for a pair (too expensive for a possible junk ticket).
An hour later we admitted defeat, and fall back to our original after party. Some of our friends had invited us out to meetup with a group of expats in San Telmo. Our 15 minute walk started with a small drizzle of rain but ended with a full downpour.
After jumping between at least 5 places during the night, its 4:30 am we started heading home. This was by far our latest night out and we were too hungry to just go home. Our quick bit to eat was a big fialure. Everything was closed as we walked in the direction of our apartment. We kept walking. And walking. And walking. 45 minutes of walking and an eventual cab ride, we ate our McDonald's breakfast, a Big Mac and Fries there wasn't a breakfast menu with the other 16 year old kids just leaving the club.
Home at 6 and up at noon. Strangely refreshed and now heading to a friends house for a Saturday asado (Argentinean BBQ). Got to admit it turned out to be a good weekend.
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