Took a trip to São Paulo the other weekend for our friend, Ric’s, birthday party. After a long(ish), comfortable(ish), overnight bus ride and after Eduardo violently yelled at a passing car that almost hit him, subtly reminding me to never, ever anger a cuddly mustachioed bear no matter how cuddly or mustachioed he may seem, we wrangled a cab to our hotel. Our hotel was a stark, slightly soviet, utilitarian tower (exactly what we wanted. Just a bed to sleep in.) in a neighborhood called Jardims (Gardens) with an unfortunate …

I changed the language on facebook to Portuguese and I wanted to share the beauty of one section:
Redes:
Brazil
Status de relacionamento:
Solteiro
Data de nascimento:
6 de maio de 1974
Cidade atual:
Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Solteiro. Like a motherfucker.

On the little walk into Savassi today a trashy cocktail waitress (look-a-like) with little star tattoos, ironic 70’s Farah Fawcett sunglasses and designer jeans passed by. I stopped her, “Hey, I know you. You hang out at the Lone Palm for Thursday happy hour (or the Longbranch, I can’t remember), don’t you?!” She looked at me funny, squinting, and wouldn’t let me take her picture.