No, no soy pamplonica, pero este año July 7 marks the start of my little vacation interval between the "gateways" (summer courses for students of different specialties to access other modules) and seminars. Tomorrow Thursday is the closing session of the seminar (a success, really) and I will enjoy the dolce far niente for three days. Will be a weekend of fireworks, barbecues, film update .... all with Michelle. We took a week without seeing and already I was getting very long.
On Tuesday I had an opportunity of going to the party that gives the U.S. embassy every July 4. Not that this is a VIP or anything like that. Just met an American my first year in the dorms at UQAM and I enrolled in a register to attend this summer's U.S. national holiday. Then I continued to receive these invitations on time every year, so that's where I slipped and I stood at her party. Of course there were Coca Cola for everyone and something to eat. There was a lot of cute girls, or alone or accompanied, but had fun in the company of my American friends, who, unfortunately, I only see a couple of times a year. We finished at the many, very prejudiced based Labatt bleue , singing in Aux Deux Pierrot s a difficult mixture of traditional songs mejicoespañolasestadounidenses. I edge (or at least that I remember) that song "I'm still the reeeey" and the ineffable "Clavelitos" with two bottles of beer instead of tambourine. Hispanic wit .... Pathetic.
This small parenthesis innocent and well meaning partying too did not affect my work as coordinator of the seminar. Of course, the next day I took a quiet place away from the table of speakers where I fear to decapitate a sueñecillo.
In short, between one thing and another I have a real need to pull a few hours sleep and catch up on housework. In confidence I tell you that tomorrow I will use my last ironed shirt and my fridge seems the window of a store in the USSR in the Brezhnev era.
I do not even half a lemon is the typical dry bar any self-respecting English.
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