Rise up this mornin', smiled with the risin' sun, and headed to Puerto Madero for my Tuesday 8 am class. The sky was lit up with orange and pink. Man, it was somethin'. As I headed down towards the polluted Paseo Colon, I pulled my orange scarf. almost matching the sky perfectly, over my nose so as not to breath in such harmful fumes that early in the morning and enjoyed waking to the sun rise instead of going to bed with it. The port was beautiful, the water sparkling, and I almost forgot my terrible night's sleep and my luke warm shower that morning. I arrived twenty minutes early and settled down to wait with Saturday, by Ian McKewn. And wait I did. That boludo never showed. At 8:40 I packed myself up, and headed home somewhat pissed, but glad to have gotten out of work early with the whole morning ahead of me. I get paid in the end anyway!