Paulistas sao loucas
Paulistas (people from Sao Paulo) are crazy. Most restaurants don’t even open until 8 and most clubs don’t open until midnight. To me, it just seems there is something wrong with eating dinner at 11 and then getting to the bar at 1 and staying until 6. I will say that Paulistas sure know how to have a good time.
Saulo, the Brazillian I met through friendster, picked me up at my hotel and we first went to L’Open, which is a gay bar/restaurant in Jardims, with two of his friends. One friend was Argentinian and the other was an American. The conversations were interesting to say the least. They made me speak in Portuguese to practice, but they replied to me in a mix of English and Portuguese. I’ve learned that there is an inverse relationship between the number of caipirinhas (a mix of a local sugar cane spirit, cachaca, and lime pulp) and my ability to speak portuguese. By 6am, I was only able to say "Bom" (good) and "Descuple" (I’m sorry). After L’Open, we went to an 80’s bar in Centro. They played a mix of Brazillian and American 80’s pop. When ABBA or Madonna was on, I sang my heart out. When it was a Brazillian song, the rest of the club went nuts and I smiled and nodded. After my fourth caipirinha, I was a "dancing queen".
Last night further proved my point that Brazillians are great hosts and very friendly. Not only did someone I only met through the internet take me out with his friends, but they all insisted on buying all my drinks (and trust me, that was a lot). They spoke to me in English so that Drunky McDrunk could actually understand and showed me a great time. I plan to meet up with them a couple more nights while here. Paulistas, while crazy, are some of the nicest people I have ever met.
