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|AYYYY Jose! Por que estas siempre con nosotros? Que fatal!!|
It was about four pm that I finally heard from BoT and what was happening. They'd tried to find a way to keep fired friend in town. It was like a tennis match - he was staying, he was going, he was staying but had to change his flight, he was going because he couldn't change his flight, he was staying but not with this company. I nearly got motion sick! I went out to dinner with a couple of the girls and then we headed over to X2, a dance club, as planned. We got there and others started joining. We must have been twenty strong or more at some point after midnight. It was brilliant. BoT and fired friend even made it out. The dramameter then ratcheted up another notch. One of the office girls from their company was at X2 and threatened to go to the boss (which she did on Sunday). Nothing here is ever simple.
We traipsed home about 4:30 and tucked snugly into bed, not to be roused before noon on Sunday. The weather meant it wasn't worth going to the pool. Instead it was a video, eating, lounging in the apartment day. My favorite kind of Sunday. I am still holding out hope that someone will institute a third weekend day, called Restus, in the spirit of Festivus and to be taken literally. Two days to see people, have fun, run errands and rest is not nearly enough.
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