Big Willy Style - Boca vs. Arsenal

Saturday was the big quest for La Boca futbol tickets. Naturally, all the information I was given was not totally correct, the game was "sold out". We met Ruben, who said talk to Willy. Willy said he can hook us up, for a hefty price of course. We agree to do it, just cause it might be my last chance to catch a Boca game. Game on.

The next day we meet Willy who immediately tells Bryan and Elise to remove their jerseys... score. (We were going to walk through the visitor section). We walk forever and ever, even get to see the players pass by on the bus-- with police escort. We pass through multiple security points with Willy's wink of an (lazy) eye, and we were finally in the stadium, yay! I smuggled in some Quilmes and was pumped. The game was really fun-- not filled to maximum capactiy as I hoped, but Boca wins which is awesome. Elise and I sat on a railing hanging above the crazy fan "popular" section, under a giant banner. Boca wins 2-1!

Then for the bonus round, I head to El Alamo to catch the second half of Lakers beating Houston. Double winner! Then I went to every restaurant and food place on the hunt for a baguette. Found one, and got it free. Triple winner!

Los Angeles Lackers

Well this was awesome. The local Argentine ESPN mispelled Lakers to Lackers. Seeing as how pathetic the Lakers played, it's almost appropriate. I found my way to El Alamo bar. I was a little nervous, thinking I was walking into some lame Hooters type bar... but this was during the day and way mellow. I got a stool at the bar, sat next to a Houston Rocket fan, while a Boston Celtic fan served me some Stella. And then we lost. FML.

Before heading off to the game, I come home and my Frenchie neighbor, Soy, was like do you live on the 3rd floor? I said ya (aka I live 2 doors down from her, and we never knew this). She's all, it's totally flooded. So wow, the panic kicked in really fast. Turns out, my direct neighbor had a broken pipe, and it was a HOT WATER pipe! The dog was barking, the floor was 2 inches in water, and somehow, none of it seeped into my apartment. I am so lucky. The guy finally came home, opened the door, and it was like a hot steamy sauna in there. Water everywhere. He also has a way nicer apartment then me. I offered him my squeegie, I felt bad. Then I awkwardly had to find a way to leave so I could go watch the game. Am I a bad neighbor?