last viernes noche

Whenever people in Córdoba, Argentina say they are going out in the evening for a small, quiet gathering, you know to bring your phone charger and the number of a remis and then cancel any plans  until the next afternoon. 

While at this quiet gathering, you would then proceed to sample the local food and drink while casually avoiding any photos, although extreme photo bombing is acceptable.

It might be 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but there is a nice glowing feeling inside with the small and quiet cluster of people - the warmest you've been in two weeks.

As far as dancing the local dance, men always take the lead - which is for the best when you don't know how to dance at all, or are a little confused by all of the Andean pipe music and house lights that are on. 

My least favorite thing to do is smoke. My least least favorite thing to do is second-hand smoke. 

Como se dice "Swing-dancing the Tango."

And that one time I walked 25 cuadros along Rafael Nuñez in the cold because I got off the bus too late.