3:31 p. m. » The Friends

Cecile had some old buddies over last night, and they, as it turned out, are potheads. One of the dudes, Eric, can´t drink because he´s got the Hep C. That´s his excuse. Phillipe, another dude, is from Mexico -- that may or may not have been his excuse. Seriously though, he told us the story of why he moved here. He had just proposed to his wife when they were carjacked, and he was held for a $500,000 ransom. They let the girl go after about an hour, but he was bound and blindfolded for an entire two weeks. The reason the criminals chose him was semi arbitrary -- it´s just that his car was nice, and they assumed the family must have money. Anyway when he was released, he left the country. I understand that they later found two suspects, but P had no desire to return to Mexico, even to nail those who put him through so much. His uncle worries that his children will never make it through school, as his name and high financial class are well known. Mexico!

Anyway, througout the night these people were passing a few joints around on the terrace, in front of Serena, which I thought was a bit like strange or inappropriate, but ended up thinking no harm was done anyway I guess. Cecile wanted to make sure that I felt free to do what I wanted, as long as it wasn´t alone while watching Serena. Whatevs! I was too tired anyway. Trying to follow a conversation that´s taking place in both Spanish and French (and with all kinds of different accents -- some people had learned their Spanish in Peru) is hard on the brain -- but not that bad.

I´ve decided that star-p is going to have a proper reunion -- with all the original members. Maybe not original, but the all star players! ALL STAR-P! OMG I´m drunk.

Seriously though, Serena is can be a complete bundle of joy. She makes me laugh from the pit of my tummy, which I never thought a brat under four could do. She´s such a strange little girl! We´ve been having a great deal of fun, but still, she´s a total pain in the ass.

 12:09 p. m. »  ye ole vinegar soaked manacles of doom!

Hi D's Mom. Just wanted to let you know that I am Jason's old roomate and I live in Europe(ie: London, England) now and I am keeping an eye on your son(in case he has any problems). Though you may want to talk to him about that absinthe.Its some strong stuff.( D, I know you love this)

 1:06 p. m. »  d

Mom! Charles bought me beer in London! He smokes too! Bad influence!

 12:46 a. m. »  Sleep Out

euro d! I may leave my life behind and meet you in Spain. I'll spend the rest of my days drinking wine and writing screenplays.

 11:44 a. m. »  d

Hi Berry!

Quinn: I wish you weren´t joking -- I can assure you, and without a hint of sarcasm, that all Spain needs more of are owls.

Mom: Berry is a perv.