Before Coffee Cupcake’s Day

Before beginning the story of our “day 13”, I forgot to tell you a couple of incidents at airports.

Incident 1 Eugenia "The Terrorist" - Location: Tucson Airport.

The counter clerk for the airline, when I tried to check in, gave me my boarding pass but when I ask for Eugenia’s pass he shook his head and said: WE HAVE A PROBLEM. I thought of course we have a problem WE DO NOT HAVE TIME SIR.

The employee tried to explain that Eugenia's name was on an FBI list of terrorism suspects and for that reason could not board the plane until to check that information. I like the “designated translator” told my friend the news. Of course she thought it was a joke... that was not.

Eugenia is a very common name and she have a very common last name too, she is Eugenia Rodriguez (a kind of John Smith in U.S. version). But the problem is even worse because she have two nationalities and obviously two passports... this was TOO MUCH for poor employee. He spend almost an hour to check my Eugenia Rodriguez was not the Eugenia Rogriguez that the FBI was looking for.

Incident 2 - Paola "The dangerous drug dealer" - Location: Phoenix Airport.

I was starred the second incident in the baggage check line in Phoenix Airport. When my luggage cross the scanners, a security man approached wondering to who was that suitcase. The suitcase was mine and I had to accompany them for a revision.

I almost died of laughter when I realized they were doing drug testing with my chimbote milk candy. LOL

Day 12/ Come back to L.A.

We went back to LA from Tucson with a stopover in Phoenix, however nobody told us we would have to change planes.

Of course change planes means having to leave and re-enter the boarding area and that means TIME and there is almost NO TIME between flights. LA REPUTISIMA MADRE QUE LOS RECONTRAMIL PARIO!!! (Sorry i don’t want to traslate that). So we run again.


After this marathon to catch our second flight we arrived in LA.

That afternoon we went to Hollywood to see the famous stars and the iconic sign in the hills.


Eugenia take photos of each of the stars she saw including people who she did not know. I take only 2 pics and one of them was for my sister in law Gaby. We walked a long time in the area.

While we were walking aimlessly, we find a store, than our words could be defined as a “Disneyland for music lovers” a miracle called Amoeba.

If you're a music lover, you live in LA and you do not know Amoeba, very wrong for you, you should know about this place. Located on 6400 Sunset Blvd. Amoeba is the the World's Largest Independently Owned Record Store. My brother, surely, would have called “God make a music store”. We bought everything we could find of Mars.

In front of this store we find a very nice restaurant where we had lunch. The owner is an Argetinean who living in LA for many years.

In the afternoon we tried, without results, to approach to the Hollywood Sign for taking better pictures.

The Hollywood Sign: It’s more than just nine white letters spelling out a city’s name; it’s one of the world’s most evocative symbols – a universal metaphor for ambition, success, glamour …for this dazzling place, industry and dream we call H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D but damn this thing is in the ass of the world.

Day 11 / Tucson Episode 2

The concert was OK but the people OMG seems they play rough in Tucson. We met some girls from Mexico and we promised them we would come close to the stage. It was not an easy job but it was worth the effort.

Obviously we got near the stage... Mexican girls lost their way. I think there were too many blows and thrusts for them. Argentines are warriors is in our blood is part of our DNA.

Anyway at one point I lost my sight Eugenia and, when I met her again, she was hitting and cursing in two languages to a poor child which had the damn idea jumping over the heads of the audience.

The set list wasn’t very extensive but we enjoyed every minute. It was a completely different experience to the show in Las Vegas. In Tucson we could feel “the heat of the crowds” and to be honest we felt the feet, fists and an occasional hand in private places from the crowd. HAHAHA!!! Seriously... we could feel it.

During the concert the echelon of Phoenix lined up to the sign copies. We did not have CDs we could not buy CDs neither... but thank God Jeremy exist on this earth.

“Little” Jeremy was the genius who managed to get me in that line. I will remember this wonderful moment for a long time. THANKS JEREMY!!!

Our guys signed my echelon flag. Here a picture of this unique moment.

How we come back to the hotel is another story... but that night was wonderful. We love you brothers and sisters of the echelon.