It’s Easter night and I worked 12 hours and Lala is cooking Thai spicy curry with tofu and green onions and squash and all sorts of other good things.
A moment ago, I was sitting on the deck with a glass of wine, and ohmygod, I could hear a fiesta with a real, live, full mariachi band. It wasn’t your two-guitar-one-trumpet combo — no, this band had at least three trumpets, and maybe twelve other pieces, as well as the four male singers in high harmony, with the listeners ai-yi-yi-ing in ALL the right places.
They’re still out there, I think, and dinner is almost ready, so I’m going back out to the back porch, but I had to tell you about it, because I adore you just that much. What a gorgeous night.
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