my boys

If I don't break the seal now with the old blog it will just die quietly. So here it is. Life changes so fast. I find myself back in Buenos Aires after a divine 3 weeks in Santa Barbara and suddenly living with 3 boys for the first time since my "Real World: London" experience in 2001. Paul, Bubba, and I moved up to our new hood - Almagro - the same day we left for California. The new pad boasts an outdoor parilla, 2 bedrooms with doors (huzzah!) to shut out snoring housemates, and a kitchen that is not conducive to banging your head against the microwave 3 times a day. We do miss the Casa Rivadavia and our neighbors but are very happy with the new digs. Visitors welcome.


The 3 of us are now joined by the one and only Shane Amaya who came under the pretense of visiting us but who is really here to get a giant tribal tattoo on his back from the inimitable, world class tattoo artist Naza. Naza turns out not only to be a great artist but a pretty kick ass guy to boot. Check out his website but being fly like Naza don't come cheap as you can see from the photos of Shane there is some "fucking uncommon pain" involved.


Shane's visit has provided all kinds of insight into the world of tattoo that I have never experienced. He is a kickass addition to our household and the Fours-Company crew have been dodging the hundred-and-something heat by sleeping until the afternoon, making hella barbeques, and playing dominoes and poker. Yes, as the resident female I get a little picked on but not to worry ladies - I have taken them for the poker pot 2 nights in a row. No one bluffs quite like a girl. More updates to come. The seal is broken.