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?
