Letters From Milhouse

Dear 4 Things My Dad Taught Me,

My dad and I did not have the best relationship when I (we) were younger. I guess this is typical for a lot of people, especially immigrant families. The generational and cultural gaps were big and it doesn’t help that I’m a stubborn jerk.

But the dude (dad) still found the moments to toss some wisdom my way. The following describes the few things I picked up when I was able to place my ego aside and actually listen to what the old man had to say.

Fight back. The tetherball rivalry with my third-grade classmate started getting mean. One recess I served him up real good in front of a decent-sized audience. He became angry and came at me. I’m not sure what happened but I remember Power Ranger-cartwheeling out of a headlock or something. He cried and ran away. I told my dad about this. He told me not to hurt people, but I’m allowed to fight back. He had my back and it was nice to know.

Be patient. The dude always tells me to be patient. That life is not a race. He reminds me there is a lot living to be done and there is no need to rush. I may be taking his advice a bit too literally right now. Whatever haha. Be patient.

Don’t chase money. Let money chase you. He should have taught me this when I was younger. What a jerk. He told me that paper should not make my choices for me. That I should pursue whatever I want and knowledge and mastery will take care of the rest.

Don’t get married. This has been a recent thing he’s been chirping to me. Not like I have a choice but at least I know he doesn’t feel the need to put that pressure on me. Sometimes he tells me he wishes we could trade lives. I tell him no. Haha.

It’s different now. It’s like we are friends. We golf, we laugh, we drink, we share. We have our moments but I like how we are right now.

Happy Fathers Day, Dad. You’re not the best dad. I’m a pretty terrible son. We make it work. That’s probably better than most people. Yea high five.

Dear Planes,

Quick stop in the city of angels then off to Greece. See yall

Dear Buenos Aires,

I don’t know what I was doing here. I had no real reason to visit the place. Karim told me to check it out and usually I don’t listen to other people, but he’s too good looking to ignore. If you know my roommate you know what I’m talking about. Sorry ladies, he’s taken. But I can sell you pictures of him shirtless. I need the money.

Tang standing in front of our boutique hotel. Krista Boutique Hotel. Good place to stay for couples. Slightly awkward for the platonic pair.

High rise next to a major intersection. These buildings have some sweet apartments with amazing views. You can stay at them for a quarter of what a tenderloin apartment costs.

Pencil trick.

Tang disrespecting the city’s public transportation with her hole-y Toms. Have you no shame?!

This is somewhere around Plaza de Mayo (pronounced Mazho because that’s how they fck with your spanish).

Plaza de Mayo. There were a lot of activists/protesters here. I could not figure out what they were protesting or trying to accomplish. They should sync up with the activists in SF and do more nothing together.

So this is the beginning of the Sunday Market that stretches from Plaza de Mayo to San Telmo. Art, leathergoods, antiques, clothes, and souvenirs line-up on both sides of a really long cobble stone road.

I like your style.

The reason I didn’t take many pictures of the stuff here is because it was the same sht over and over and over again. I swear the lady selling her handmade knitwear had 35 stalls. I also hate walking on cobblestone. IT’S ALL UNEVEN AND SHT

Nice parque we found after walking 3000km.

I don’t know what these vein-y, twisty trees are called but I love them. Can’t get enough of them. They make everything look so green and fancy.

Bravo to Buenos Aires’ subway system. It’s efficient and covers a lot of ground. There’s no AC and sometimes it smells and sometimes you can get robbed, but there are so many good looking women in this city and I totally lost my train of thought.

This is how Tang operates. She is full of life and energy and has biblical walking endurance then takes naps any where and any time.

This was our first dinner. Las Cabras in Palermo. Great meal for ten bucks.

Avenida Santa Fe.

Abasto Mall. There is a Kosher McDonald’s here. I’ve heard it’s one of the few in the world. I didn’t try it. I was too busy eating ice cream. If you’ve had ice cream in BA, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, shut the fck up.

Tang and I went to a La Bomba Tiempo show near downtown. What a great concert.

There was one dude up there who Tang was very taken with. I had fun watching the weird girls dancing in the back. This isn’t Coachella. Take me to crazy town.

This was the pre-show band. I think they were better than La Bomba. This is a nice action shot- the conductor guy is in the air. The chick all the way on the right was kinda hot. I wish I was that drum.