¿DO YOU WANNA "CARNAVALITO" WITH ME?

Eurotrash and Eurofem have been doing their “thing”, and this time in a new place: at the Cultural Center of Buen Aire. A nice place for the members of the Club, yet not that nice for non-members. At an early time, the dancing floor started to get crowded; it ended up too crowded and really messed up. While people poured in da house, the editor and mastermind of Eurotrash and Eurofem (among other newly born Euroblogs) took all the necessary time to chat with friends and other known personalities. He received a vigorous detesting vipe from the feminine block: “Where can I find a man, a real gentleman to whom I can offer my kingdom?” Although unable to give answers, this thought passed through his mind: anyone present to at least one Middle Age battle knows that such men cannot be found easily in our days. For the simple reason that can be reflected in this old proverb, “a gentleman, who got burned by the dragon, looks at the princess and cries.” One can get the general meaning out of this.

The night went on, the music of DJ Sordito (Deaf as a tombstone) rocked the walls of the old building and women´s hills seriously damaged its wooden floors, while bartenders were driven crazy serving the bewitched crowd. Total madness… that reached ecstatic levels!

You could say: nice group! You go out for fun and then you upload your fotos! Is there anything more than that? Which is the spirit of this secret society? (uhhhh, we would be the first secret society that openly uploads its activities on the Internet…)

The answer is very simple: Eurotrash and Eurofem know that the City is Big, it is not usual that people demonstrate niceness and friendliness with those they first meet. Starting a group with common interests seemed to us rational in order to incorporate new friendships and people that enjoy craziness, and doing things off rational limits, yet without ending up in an ambulance claiming to be immortal.

Eurotrash y Eurofem have their flags fluttering high against any manifestation coming from the newly rich, snobs, wannabes or marmots that desire to participate in our group in order to steel over members, instead of effortlessly participate. We hope that with the latest sum of volunteers and the will and effort of those who want to see themselves reflected in this common effort we can become necessary. We are people who think of the world in open and parabolic ways. Far from being simply stable we seek to see the rebirth of the idealist inside each and everyone of us, to fulfill the interests of our participants at top speed. We are waiting for a feedback from our readers that for sure will demonstrate that they have at least one polished idea which we can make a reality. Ah, we also like to entertain ourselves in this spiritual hunt towards realization, and it is always better when it is backed up with a bit of absurd love (the one that does n´t hurt)…

Rock´n´Roll folks, the wheel of life still goes on and on in circles!

WHO HAS TIME FOR COOKING?

Who has time for cooking? Ah, no darling, if you want ¨milanezas¨, tell your mother to prepare them for you!
Eurofem is proposing that you start thinking outside the mold… (Previously buttered and floured according to the exquisite recipe… If you have never made an "exquisite cake" in your whole life, then it´s time to learn how to, you marmot!)
I believe, the art is unrolled between the stove and the aroma released from the ingredients, to the richness of a majestic dish (even if it is pasta with butter…the most common dish in history) and the face of someone who shares this moment with you in tasting the first bite. I have to confess that I learned how to cook out of necessity…
My mother was one of those women who were not gifted to have patience in the kitchen. I have eaten for 6 times the mortal doses of viennisimas (Vienna sausages) that a six year old child can tolerate without entering in the waiting list for a new kidney. I grew up convincing myself that ñoquis are to be consumed in the form of concrete, bathed with sauces of strange taste. Occasionally, I was fed with white rise that tasted like hospital food…
Not complaining much, the opportunity was given to me early enough to learn how to survive in this world without the need of marrying to the daughter of the only neighborhood rotisserie´s owner. (Do you remember when deliveries did not exist and eating in rotisseries was a matter of life and death? And the spin chicken gave rounds and rounds above the fire?) It is not that Don Osbaldo was not to be a good father-in-law, it´s just that people who spend too much time preparing food start to smell like it. On the other hand, that girl´s hair was bathed in frying oil and that helped her avoiding the frizz, yet it was catchy for flies, and this was not summing up points.
Very few times we actually put ourselves in the kitchen to prepare a dish for someone. Maybe when the first dates have passed, we want to rattle in the house and we invite that special person in order to taste something: some wine, a bit of music and the opportunity to test the guaranty of the bed springs! In other words we forget this pleasure of sitting in the table, alone or with company, simply forming part of what ends up being part of each one of us. The table is the opportunity for an open conversation, of precious minutes of a day that keeps reaching to an end. Between the yogurt for lunch and the fast made salad for dinner, we have forgotten one of the most necessary moments for the body and the mind. The diets, the deprivations, and the arrogances of the stomach (a big Toblerone with ice cream while watching TV sounds ok?) We are surprised when the night comes, we open the fridge and look inside and it is almost empty! Two soup cubes and half lemon; three milk products with activia; and a taper of potato pie that has its own colony of fungus on top.
You would say, “Uf, I can´t be bother to go to the supermarket. Then come with all the goodies and put myself in the kitchen... I will finish up at eleven o´clock and end up in bed.” Very much right! But remember the phrase of William Gilbert: “What matters is not really what there is on the table, but what´s on the chairs.” Take advantage to invite people home, call a friend, colleagues, occasionally a boyfriend or girlfriend in the week and give/make love in the kitchen. Prepare something for someone is first of all an act of surrender, offering, opening and knowledge. An Arabic proverb says, “He who eats alone, chocks alone.”

Buenos Aires, and all big cities are getting even bigger and we get even smaller. Keeping in touch with others (even more nuts than we are) contributes in decreasing the use of sleeping pills, the panic attacks and all the milonga that goes on in the heads of some snobs who thing that living well is having the pulse of a woodpecker and the chiefs happy. EUROFEM suggests that you lower the speed, eat more tasty food, take advantage of the small pleasures and live consciously. You will need your body in good shape for your first divorce, do not waste it away with a cold ham and cheese sandwich.
The tip of the City Girls: Just do the same as the girls in the photo, Etelvira and Leonor. After a crazy day in the city, just put on the apron and get the casseroles on the fire to demonstrate to the world that you can be Narda Lepez (known Argentinean Cook, and TV commentator) and still feel independent and successful professionals!

ONE SINISTER BABY SHOWER!!! EXCLUSIVE

Note Cristina’s face saying: “Please don’t harm me, my family will pay for the rescuing fees.”

Double-click on the image in order to see closer the glance of these potential murderers! Muahahahaha

A cold night in the European City (The Headquarters of the Club Europeo in Buenos Aires), one of our readers popped up a brand new novelty: "boys and girls, today we are having a baby shower for Christine!" I must confess that in my head, a baby shower sounded like we were supposed to give a shower to a little child under a sprinkler, while people are singing and dancing around it Sacred pagan Dances.

-I LOVE THE IDEA!, I said, and I went for fill in my sprinkler... in case that I would not find one I would rather use a bucket...

Christine is our responsible in the Commission of Culture. Describing how pretty she looks with her nine months´ tummy exceeds the ends of this note.

Contented, we initially made a toast in honour of the new Argentinean citizen and voter (not in favour of the actual Mrs. President of the Nation I hope), who will arrive in this crazy and absurd world in about two weeks. (Bear this in mind: we always have some boiling water and towels when she is around JUST IN CASE!) Following, we got ready and swaddle off all the dynamic of the previously prepared event in question.
We started the series of games by blowing up balloons with different indecent parts of our bodies, something that could offend even the more indecent. Then we danced the classic round-a-round chair dance with the sound of children music (hiding satanic messages in the background) and of course we could not leave out a baby-paper treasure hunt that drove people nuts. Although so simple, due to the ecstatic atmosphere people got lost on simple directives. Totally maaaadddd!!!!
The show went on, yet in the meantime, strange possessive diabolic faces started to appear in our high speed cameras: serial killers, madmen and crazy women who hidden under the look of normal folks, turned up to be evil zombies, mummies of ancient times, awaked from a macabre sleep, little juvenile delinquents involved in several crimes, steamed off in the atmosphere of ecstatic happiness that filled up the fiesta.

Eurofemen knows than the EVIL is amongst us. Little HORACIO, witnessing of this ritual act, at the end, was fearful and ended up at Aunty Gisela’s arms. The supernatural, the unseen also form part of this world where bibs and suckers are the perfect masquerade for Unnatural Rituals. And yet, we reflect on this: Women carry the future newborns, yet men are driven mad!