Look at the stars...

They were absolutely unbelievable. Lovely, bright, brighter, small, large, tiny, moving, shooting. A zillion rays shining down on us. Us. For the second consecutive year, under the eternal sky with a Fernando, this time a considerably younger one. Inoffensive, until the pathetic attempt to make a move. In you dreams, sweetie! ...or maybe in 5 years.

Mariana's 4th annual rancho-bash was nice. People from Mat and Vic and one lonely, lost gringo- which got hit on shamelessly by a few girls, and maybe Ricky. Which by the way continues to be a pain in the ass, but now a more tolerable one. Everyone was drunk and merry, and the bonfire was great because it was freezing outside. But there was inappropriate technoish music playing, which annoyed me to the extreme. Then some guys played the guitar while others randomly sang along. I gazed into the fire until my eyes hurt. Then starwatched. Slept on a chair. Sleeptalked. Wokeup. Came home.

Lyric of the Day: ... look how the shine for you...