I went to bed around 4:30 A.M. last night/this morning and I'm dragging.
A few glasses of wine and time flies like that with intense conversation.
La Pista tonight, I probably will have to stay up late again, but thankfully Saturday with the possibility of a late morning is just around the corner.
Why are siestas not an institution in the U.S.? Sucks for us.
Better news: I'm going to Venice instead of Portland next month. Casa Bella, indeed. And I'll be there with two beautiful tangueras...
Why am I so lucky?
We have promised to do a boleo on every bridge...
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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3 comments:
"Luck is when opportunity knocks and you answer."
You answered!
xo
do you believe in fate?
:)
Mon petit chou, we'll be our own Fates on that lovely little island. Such days and nights we will spin... lovely threads, all color and vim and moxy.
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