Adventures of Cameron & Emma in Buenos Aires

We returned once again… to the jenga restaurant. We are still not so sure what the name is or where it is located… but we somehow always seem to find it. As soon as we sat down, the new participants wanted to start playing, but they were not aware that jenga only comes after the meal, so they pushed their competitive desires aside for some hearty, homey food. Jody was pleasantly surprised by the ambiance of the restaurant, while Cameron and I blushed with pride. We had waited all week to bring them here and test their skills, and finally on their last night, the Peakes were up to the challenge.

I found the perfect move, after much contemplation

After dinner and a few bottles of wine, we retrieved not one but two sets of Jenga. As there were now more people than we had ever had at the jenga restaurant (8!) we needed two whole sets. One game consisted of George, Nico, Cameron and Preston, while the other was me, Jody, Addy and Eli. I know I am a bit biased… but our team was much more impressive, building the tower much higher than the other…hehe.

EDITORS NOTE- I (Cam) have to disagree on principle, although I don’t recall ever looking across the table to see the hight of their tower- I think they were just not satisfied with their own game. (Burn. JK). On second thought, ours probably fell more because both my dad and I take an “offensive” jenga stance- we push bricks half out to make it more difficult. yeah.

Eli and Addy
Everyone tried their best, and were good losers (everyone lost at least once). This time though (as there were parents participating) the losers didn’t have to take shots… good thing too, because we all know how George gets, he probably would have gotten us kicked out (hehe, jk George).

After Jenga, we decided to go to Notorious, (where we had previously seen Franco Sinatra), and again were sorely disappointed by the cheesiness of the performance. Luckily we had a few more drinks, so it was tolerable. I think the worst was when the performer decided to finish the set by singing “My funny” as in “My Funny Valentine”. Although terrible, our whole table got a good laugh out of the situation. I think we will have to go back, just because they have the worst, most terrible renditions of old classics. Once you realize that yes, this is actually happening, and they are actually singing that song… in a terrible American accent, it really is quite pleasant.

Ode to George and Jody….I want to say that I was truly AMAZED by both George and Jody. While in Buenos Aires they were up for everything. They stayed up late with us… often till around 4 in the morning and were the first ones awake the next day, rearing to explore the city. They had way more energy than any of us “kids”. When we would stumble over to the apt each morning (actually around 1 or 2 in the afternoon), hungry and tired they would feed us (chili con qillies, as Elyse would say… plus many other amazing dishes). I often felt like I was in that movie the little princess, where she and her monkey friend receive a whole table of her favorite foods… but this was every day, and it was real!

My favorite picture of the two youngsters
Nico mentioned multiple times how impressed he was, and that he has never meet parents so cool in all his life. I must agree!