We finished work on Thursday at 9 in Belgrano and jumped on the subte (linea D from one end to the other, followed by linea E, because you can't easily get across the city, you have to go in to the centre and then out on the subte- but that was okay because it meant we completed the set, we've used all the subte lines now). We were heading to a gig that Winston (un amigo de flickr) had invited us to. It said 10pm start and included the word 'puntual' which suggested it would be no later than a 10:15 start.

So after arriving at 9:58 because:
a)we're British, and incapable of being late unless physically prevented and
b) it took us 58 minutes on the subte,
we stood on the pavement chatting to flickrfirends for half an hour or more (I wanted beer but we had to wait for the band playing before to finish).

Thea band we were there to see was Belladona, a noisy Ash-ian Rock Nacional (Liz says think of Lenny Kravitz and the White Stripes too) band. We weren't in the best spot to hear, the place was pretty full and we ended up off to one side at the bar drinking cold beer and eating panchos (before you ask pancho's what? it's a hot dog, and a big hot dog is a super pancho).

After the gig there was another hour of standing on the pavement chatting before a group of us were herded along by Inkel towards pizza. 20 people decended on a pizza place at 1:30am, the first was shut but the second, the waiters didn't even bat an eyelid. Beer and Muzzarella and Faina (the chickpea flour pizza accompaniment) for an hour or so before wandering home on the bus.

Fortunately for everyone, Friday was a public holiday, The Day of the Virgin.  ¶ 4:44 PM