domingo, octubre 05, 2008

Loneliness has a definition.

"The loneliest maté is the one cebado alone." - Josh Greenman

Lucky for me, Ruwe ccompanied me with downing two whole liters (minus some that spilled onto my pants) of extra yummy extra strong maté. She had to visit a museum in Indianapolis so we drank one liter on the way down and another on the way back up to Taylor.

p.s. My stomach hates me now.

3 comentarios:

David Greenman dijo...

So..........how many llamitas did you count last night instead of sheep?
mamita

Josué Greenman dijo...

I actually stayed up late enough to fall asleep instantly. :) I also went on a long with a friend and that helped me get rid of the mateina.

rebecca. dijo...

:-) It was a blast. THANKS for coming. And... I need some of those apples. Mmmm!