So the other day, Rob is out walking around Buenos Aires in the 32º Heat (89º Fahrenheit), and it is very humid outside. He goes into Shoeless Joe's, the ex-pat bar, has a couple of drinks. He gets up suddenly, becomes light-headed, tries to make his way to the men's room, and faints. That's right-- faints.
He wasn't drunk. The employees rushed over and helped him. He popped up, had some food, and made his way home.
He says it is the most embarassing thing that has ever happened to him. So of course, I have to blog about it.
Poor thing. He's so fragile. Delicate, really. I'll have to keep an eye on him.
