the weekend that was

Monday, 05 June 2006

just a quick report.

started the weekend early, on thursday night. ran into mostof our favourites from out and about and handed out invites for the friday and people asked us to write little messages of love on them. we were there until it shut, recruited a fantastic little posse for the best ever club dagny, which rolled easily into friday, a beer in the sun, over to my house then another beer in some different sun then some errands and it was party time. we got there at the official start time and of course no one came for ages, and it took us a couple of hours to realise that we didn't care how many people turned up. eventually just the right number came. péru bought us a cake that said agur joel y dagny. un beso de ´la pulga' [goodbye (basque) joel and dagny. a kiss from 'la pulga']. we didn't know how to react so just thanked him and ate the cake which was fucking fantastic. i went to bed wasted and slept most of the next day, got dragged to a strange house with people who were out of my league regarding trashiness. in short, the weekend was good, the weekend is over.

now i'm in a strange wake, with six weeks left. probably time enough to do a few quick trips to see a few last towns and cities. then it's over. everyone asks: so when are you coming back? you are coming back, yeah?