There are troubles here at Up Popped A Fox tonight. One, I have had trouble logging onto my blog so I am worried that I am not going to get a post in today. Two, I have nothing brilliant to share with you. Three, I am actually going out at 9:30 p.m. so time is short. Fourth, I am, as we speak, logged into Facebook where I appear to be stuck in a Scrabble game with two other friends. The weird thing is that they invited me to play and I see their little faces there but they don't chat with me and it never seems to be my turn. I have nightmares like that...really. So, obviously, I am going stream of consciousness here again. Let's talk about going out. I am going out at the ungodly hour of 9:30 p.m. (a time when old folks like me should be taking off their shawls, taking out their teeth and heading to bed) with a very old friend from my rugby days. One of my most vivid memories of this friend is one night we spent drinking at the bar and stumbled back to campus together. The next morning, I woke up and my jeans were covered in grass stains and I could not for the life of me figure out how they got there. I ran into her at breakfast and asked her, "Why in the hell are were my jeans covered in grass stains?" Well, apparently, we played tackle rugby...just the two of us...all the way back to the dorms. At least I didn't have any injuries. So, she is up here from Iowa and I am going to go hang out with her at Pi. Pi is the local lesbian hang out but it is closing tomorrow. I'm really sad about that. The kids are really sad about it too. Miguel and Zeca love going there. We go for dinner sometimes (the food is really good) and the kids can just wander around the joint. The kids play pinball...dance on the stage...play air guitar...and have a lot more freedom that they have at your run of the mill restaurant. So, we are all sad here.
Luisa should be here any moment to relieve me of my parenting duties so that I can pick up The Mistress of the Flans and go to Pi. I am going to have to cut this very boring post short. I'll also have to get out of the Scrabble Game to Nowhere on Facebook.