after the mid-date update

Well, this date was particularly nice. A great movie, good dinner afterwards, plenty of laughter and conversation during and after dinner... a lot of it centered around ladies, by coincidence.

We had sat down for dinner in a restaurant near the rambla. I know for certain the waiter thought we were tourists - I blew his mind at the end of the meal though.... but I will get to that.

I looked around the restaurant a bit after having made a selection from the menu, and immediately sighted something horrible - proof that one can indeed put lipstick on a pig, indeed, she'd probably done it herself. There was a hideously ugly woman and her husband having dinner with another couple - they were just finishing up as luck would have it.

But something struck me about the demographics of the crowds we were surrounded by both at the theater and in the restaurant - everyone was old. I mean, really old, sixty plus. I suppose part of it is we weren't exactly seeing the biggest hollywood hit of the century - in fact it was a French film - and we ate at a not-particularly-chic bar on the Rambla. Still it was weird.

Anyway, I needed the menu again after the waiter informed me that my entire first selection was not available - they had neither pork chops to grill nor beets for salad. So instead I had a steak. Which cut of steak, I have no idea - I have not figured out any link between the north american names for cuts of meat and the Spanish names for them here. And I settled for tomato salad. The steak turned out to be excellent and the tomatoes were... well, okay. They are not as good in winter as they are in summer.

The waiter was flabbergasted at the end of the meal when I handed him my cedula and Oca card - you must show ID when paying with credit here, the card by itself is generally worthless without picture ID. Obviously I was not a tourist if I had one of those LOL.

The movie was over at 1145 pm and we finished with dinner just before 2 am. The thing is, you get used to the later hours and it doesn't feel like it at all.

So how to get home.. problem number one - very few buses late at night. Problem number two - we were not near either of the malls in that area of Montevideo so I had no idea where the stops were or which bus number to look for. Fortunately, there was a prostitute at a nearby bus stop. My boyfriend was like - if I ask her she will be very rude, if you ask she will think you're a tourist and be more helpful.

I didn't really believe she was working until we got closer - then the oversized purse, slutty clothes and heavy makeup told the whole story. She was a little older than she appeared to be from a distance too. But she was nice enough, if a little cold, in telling me that in fact no suitable bus would pass that stop until morning. We walked around a bit more and ultimately found a stop that actually had the signs showing which buses stop there as well as the schedule, and it wasn't much of a wait until we were on the way back to my place.

But anyway... it was a very nice evening and its a memory that will not fade anytime soon. :)