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The boys and I headed out for a round of golf at Birdwood. Here we are looking for the stray shots at the par 3 hole over the lake. You know what's slower than 4 people going at once on the golf course? 6 people going at once. And then some guy almost hit Brian and Patrick with his shot. Miles left: 641

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In my first day of the no plan plan, I explored the reservoir out near Camp Holiday Trails. The 1.5mi walk turned out to be closer to 4miles. Here's a picture of us checking out the dilapidated house in the middle of the reservoir with no obvious entrance. We tried to get Mills to swim under it to find the entrance... unfortunately he has a little thing called pride which he cited as a reason not to. Miles left: 647.75

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Drove back from DC to volunteer at the Pig Roast. The Pig Roast itself was great, and included an opportunity for me to spray out a fire with a hose, but the best part was the 2 hours the volunteers spent afterwards. As a summer thunderstorm rolled through the valley, we were "trapped" under the picnic shelter and played flip cup/chased frogs/laughed at the questions game until the storm passed. Miles left: 657.25

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Section B rented out a building called the Lodge that used to be a frat at UVA. Bucky snuck into their ritual room and found a cape. I imagine the frat boys used to go down there and play Ouiji. The party included a tournament of beirut baseball, a new twist on the original game that involves more people and stealing bases. We might just have to organize a larger tournament at school if I ever have less on my plate. It's almost as good as Teddy's 3v3 full contact constant action beirut. Miles left: 783

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Enjoyed one of the best days in weeks by working outside all day, drinking wine with the WACC peeps at Enoteca, and generally loving life. Jack Dog was also having a good time in the fountain. Miles left: 791

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The second quarterly mustache contest at school. We had some stellar entrants this time around, all of whom made appalling comments and scared women with girls under 15 worldwide. Fabulous showing. Happy St. Patrick's day, a holiday that many of us love (see http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/03/16/89-saint-patricks-day/).

Miles left: 812

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Missed our walking tour so we made up our own. Walked to Plaza San Martin to see the Buddy Bear exhibit, a Unicef art project on its last of 5 years of touring. Managed (unfortunately) to go back to the overly busy Calle Florida area until making it home for the afternoon siesta. To celebrate our last meal of the week, we had dinner at a man named Diego Felix's house. With locally grown meats, veggies, and herbs, he concocted some of the most unique dishes I've ever had. Purple potato starter, blended mint and melon icee-like palate cleanser, salad with nutty rice, fish in tomatoes and green pasta, and an apple pastry made with crumbly graham cracker-like native flour and served with ginger ice cream. No better way to end the trip! Ended the night at Millione: an old mansion turned night club. Speakeasy feel, stood on large marble garden steps splitting a cigarette and drinking vodka sodas. Turned in after a late night feast of our leftover meals from the week and got sad about leaving the country of cheap steak, smokey wine, and 7am bedtimes. Miles left: 824

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Only stay-in day of the week. Watched a movie and walked a little before heading to 0800 Vino for a divine wine and cheese tasting with Nigel: a former corporate finance MBA turned British ex-pat sommelier. Tried phenomenal indigenous reds and followed it up with the best meal of the trip at El Trapiche. Days in BA: 4. Days in which I've eaten at least 1 pound of red meat: 4. Lingered at dinner over wine and good company. Shared the restaurant with large-gutted old men arguing in the Italian-sounding spanish of Argentina. Actually conversed with the waitress and ordered an entire meal in Spanish. Miles left: 824

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Cabbed to San Telmo, the oldest neighborhood in Buenos Aires. We had huge greasy sandwiches at El Hipopotamo, an almost French or European looking smokey cafe on Brazil and Defense. Walked through a seedy park and saw approximately 27 couples making out. Aggressively. That park was ground zero for all awkward making out in the larger BA area. We experienced our first street tango show, and I bartered for goods with a street vendor! In spanish! Great success. The boys discovered Quilmes, i.e. Crystal, i.e. beers that cost $2 (pesos) or $0.70 (U.S. dollars)... per liter. I discovered that good wine can be purchased in BA for under $5. Emily, Miranda, and I wandered to Puerto Madero and relished the river breeze, open cafes, and awkward 50 year olds making out over Malbec (seeing a theme?). After the afternoon siesta, we returned to Puerto Madero for $50 peso all you can eat steak. Keep in mind $50 is about $15. The $50 also covered a bottle of wine... per person. These really are my kind of people. We followed our meat gorging with a night out at La Cigale (thanks to Trey). The night was full of New Zealanders and translating "I like you and would like to leave with you" into spanish for friends. We settled comfortably into the Argentinian schedule of wake up at 2pm, lunch at 7, dinner at 11, bed at sunrise. Miles left: 824

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My pub cricket team celebrates in the first of two bars we made it to during pub cricket. P.C. is not to be confused with pub golf (also amazing). In cricket, you have a home plate bar (Biltmore) that you run back and forth from to your wicket pub (in this picture, the Virginian). Wicket pubs change every 40 minutes. Brian was getting antsy in this photo. I was dubious, as usual. Trey looks happy, Christie looks hot, and Parkinson looks like a pedophile. Par for the course. Gus burgers were a bad choice. Miles left: 836.75.

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We entered the chili cookoff and apparently got fourth. Several team members correctly guessed that "fourth place" was actually awarded to every team who did not win a medal. This was the most publishable picture of the night. I'm not sure if that's fortunate or unfortunate. Nicole got in a fight. British said "tidy" multiple times and spilled chili grease in the back seat of my car. Nothing beats a car that smells like chili. Lights on Sutton's hat: 2. People who told me my posts are never as funny as Jesse's: 11. Contestants wearing matching inappropriate hat and belt combos: 1. Times Tara wished she actually went to business school: eleventy billion. Credit cards left behind: 3. CCs recovered: 2. Miles left: 933.5