Where is David?

I received a sad e-mail from my friend Dave Wadsworth in Santiago.  Apparently, someone stole his bar.  Note, someone STOLE his bar.  Ok, I know that sounds wierd, but the bar was totally his, he built the thing from the ground up. (ok, he converted it from a Liguria….but you get my drift)  His ex-girlfriend had all the stuff in her name, so took over the bar when they broke up.  No more business partnership, no more capital, no money for Dave, nada.  She screwed him over, and her shrivy (is that a word?  it should be) lawyer friend called Natalia (hi Natalia, I always knew you were evil) helped.  Natalia was also a ‘friend’ of Dave’s, so there’s some real soap opera shit going on here (sorry for the cursing, is this a family blog? (i kind of hate that blog word now too…any alternatives?))  Anyways, the funny thing is, Carola tried to sell it back to him for a bunch of money.  Dave had already offered her about half that before to buy her out.  Then, the landlord ends up kicking her out to put a bank in there or something, and she still is trying to sell it to him.  Luckily, he found out about all this and didn’t buy it.

Anyways, point of this story is…….nothing really…..just be careful out there people.  Oh yeah, sorry, the point was, Bar Sepia is the bar you’ll see in almost all of my Chile photos, and it’s gone now…..just gone.

Hey All, just want to say Happy Birthday to my buddy Jake.  Best bud from Chile.  Jake, if you’re reading this (don’t get caught at work, or they’ll put you in the basement and take away your stapler), just wanted to say Happy Birthday.  I guess I’ll have to give you an IOU on a drink for next time we’re in the same country.  One day you’ll make it out here to Asia, I can tell.

We got lots of good memories and other pretty hazy ones.  You can read about them in some of the posts below. I don’t think I wrote about this one already, but do you remember when we took that crazy drugged out taxi from Las Condes to Providencia that one night, and he said he was just about to go back to jail in a week or so?  Man, I’ve been in some scary taxi rides, but that pretty much takes the cake.  K, keep it cool amigo, and remember, I don’t care what anyone says, salsa class is not just for gay dudes.