as someone who has made a concerted effort in recent years to live in the proverbial moment - and it's ALL a series of moments, people - i can readily admit to the difficulty of maintaining a sense of intimacy and continuity in one's friendships in the face of lives lived on separate continents (or at the very least in separate cities).  frantically intense long-weekends in the world's metropolises and the odd ten day holiday spent trying to carefully balance tan maximization, culture and hedonism (*technically not possible within the aforementioned time frame)  - although ridiculously fun are also sad emotional reminders of how seldom we get to hang out with the "boys/girls" compared to days gone by.  a life lived in the moment, by definition, must not wander into wistful, sentimentality lest we should fail to enjoy one (or several) of life's great moments.  i write this clearly from the temporary perspective of wistful sentimentalist, trying in vain to pretend that the recent week whereby i was joined by two of my best friends - mike & tyler - will be sufficient to tide me over until the next long-weekend/ten-dayer.  mercifully the wistful sentimentality is being partially tempered by the secure knowledge that no three adult males over the age of thirty could possibly have been more productive (read hedonistic) with their insufficiently allotted boy's time.  the partial list above containing some of buenos aires' best (and worst) bears witness to that fact.  until next time.