So the guys took me to a pub last night. And the beer was actually pretty good! So good that I drank about 33% more than I did the night in London when I got really really sick after a few beers and was completely fine this time. OK, so I had a couple of tiny pieces of pizza and some nachos with chilli (oh! oh! I learned that Argentinians actually don't like spicy food! which explains the 'hot pizza' I had on Monday night that was not even vaguely spicy at all), but that wasn't enough to call dinner by any stretch of the imagination. Which is kind of good, because given the calories in beer I could do with at least trying to keep the numbers down.
I am going to go home fat again. *whimper*
