.pinche gabacha.

Written from the airport last Wednesday:

                  Oi gente! I hope everyone is doing absolutely magnificent. As mentioned before, I am going to share with you the entire trajectory I have been going through these past couple of days. Yes, the ENTIRE past two days! As I write this, I find myself in a small airport in the city of Burbank surrounded by a bunch of older folks who are no where near my age, which means I do not have anyone to hang out with while I wait for check-in to start because I got here too early… WAHHH! What this also means is that I have created room for one of my favorite, but rare, hobbies in the whole wide world—writing at airports. I can also use this time to practice my patience, while Vegas waits for me.

.dance all night baby.

This weekend consisted of a lot of dancing...and by I lot of dancing I mean dancing until I was out of breath...and by out of breath I mean dancing for a long time without stopping...and by a long time, I mean 10 minutes at a time. -_- I cannot hang any more! I am not as buff as I used to be, but things at work will die down shortly, so I will have more time to do more physical activities and I promise then I will actually write about how much dancing I was able to do and not about how much dancing I was unable to do!

Back to the weekend.

.cadê perlinha, seriously?.

So you I wonder, where have I been? 

Did I fall off the face of the blogging world?

Did I eat too many tamales during the cold Californian winter and was to embarrassed to show my brand-new, she-obviously-enjoys-delicious-but-fattening-Mexican-food, love handles?

Perhaps, but not really.

I have been financially preparing myself for several great things that are coming my way, which I will share with all of you!! 

I pinky promise!

Anyway... I am pleased to present you with the following outfit that I wore to work, which I found was probably one of the most comfortable outfits I have worn to work in a long time: