La Vida Continua

Thank you google images.

So how cool is it that I can get a call at 11-something to go out...and I do! I think my age is showing, though. I swear I lost some hearing in my right ear. A day of karate and a night of bachata and merengue - perfect.

The sad part of the night was watching a girl just get worn down by Señor Boracho until she finally made out with him. I wanted to intervene but my better judgment told me not to. Plus my Dominican Spanish is crap...I could say something but what if one of them answered? I would have to offer my standard, "como? mande? repete por favor? que?" Plus did I mention that I am now partially deaf?

Oh! Guess what? Not only are jelly beans sad, so are pistachios! Who knew?

Sad. So Sad.

I was in the Met Food and saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that said, "I'm too drunk to go to an AA meeting." When I came out I told Osito what I had seen.

Me: "That was sad. Really sad.
Osito: "Yeah, that is sad"
Me: "It's such an ugly disease, such a hard disease. Meetings save lives. Yup, it's sad"
Osito: "Yeah. Sad like jelly beans."